I went out alone last night to see art, to be whole and anonymous and moving through crowds without register, to feed my eyes without social distraction, to keep the words that are so pale locked behind my teeth. And I am so moved, so surprised, a revelation that makes me dizzy, an image that makes me bark with laughter, a story so poignant and hopeful it forms a lunar eclipse in my chest.

At home I lie in the dark, the lights from the adjacent property striping my walls. The neighbors are having a party, there is laughter, a mariachi band, and I run my fingers over my ribs feeling for my heart, for how it beats, the message in its rhythm.