losers

before the times were like this 
they were interior

we rolled up our windows with our arms

each movement
something
unthinking

when we said goodbye
it was evident
our eyes took the time

but the future arrived

catastrophically 
catapulted
into the spot shining light
holding hands like children in a recital
endless applause

the evidence is in your hands
and in my brain
these strangers picking us apart
climbing into our smiles
and vacant representations

i feel like i'm everywhere
a sneeze
a virus
a familiar
stranger