if again and again it is the same—then it holds that the opposite must also be true: the so-called opposite world of food drop-off stations, of phone trees, of bailouts and carry an extra mask, the world of kneeling for a stranger’s gift of milk to flush the tear gas, the world of saying a thing in unison so clear it drills a hole through to the other side of what’s possible, so clear and wholly inverted, we realize it’s been here all along: O kingdom of fire, O kingdom of food, with the same mouth we take your blessings; with the same mouth we pronounce you come.
