Mahnoor Rehan
I may appear walking in the world
But in another universe
I am dangling on stars
By a silver thread
wrapped around my neck
I take the bus every morning
To come see you
The 10:45 feels like an espresso shot
Warm and bitter down my throat
Buzzing the centers of my eyes
Knowing that past it all
Is your sun soaked
Rose-musk face that awaits me
I see health works
Desperate dreamers
Silent weepers
High achievers
Take the same bus as me
I identify with each one of them
A dreamer, alone—
At last
In debris