Quaranzine: Connection

e g a m i

d e v a s

Consider us, pre-everything, with light resting on our tongues; the sun heating and sweat that

interlocked hands the sweat

binds,

between palms, the

the chirp

of our skin when

pressed together, released.

Now that I hold onto nothing, I save pictures of clasped hands to my phone and scroll.

eva grifffin