Last year was good
Last year was safe
Although the plague was raging around us
We were indoors
We were calm
We reclaimed
Our lives
From capitalism, from men
From the patriarchy
From them
We de-othered
We found solace
We wrote songs and poems
And danced and drank
Together apart
And now
I feel it
We’re slowly sliding back
Slipping into stress
Losing what we gained
Falling on our backs
Old patterns coming back
Traffic jams and cluster fucks
I’m scared I’ve lost it too
Although I’m good if I choose
Tomorrow will help me decide
If I am to renew