Notice how they sit on a park bench, the sun
hanging overhead, photobombing in the backdrop.
It used to be that we used other people to heal ourselves from pain
we’ve caused. Now? We stare into our laps
our hands around little gods we offer prayers: that we be noticed.
A boy side-eyes his girlfriend. The girlfriend keeps petting her god.
Miracles can happen if we only have quality Wi-Fi.
