i left the string of white lights up in the kitchen, so if i needed to pretend, it would be easier.i could pretend her peaceful and laughing. i could pretend her without fear or bruises or rocks glued to her pockets or tiny tiny lines that stay forever. she isn't holding onto something empty or thin and she has an easy smile. when it's just the one string of lights and that glow could be a plate of candles or it could be the lights from the city or even just her own imagination she could be anyone maybe.
now the lights are still up because they're the walls / the ceiling / my braids / the way this shirt feels warm they're mine. no pretending. they're a string of lights.
i'm right here. hello.