War. Day 294

December. In Odesa,

power stations, shelled.

Your father’s friend

shivers in his apartment

crammed with rare books, oil paintings.

His daughter texts:

You are thousands of miles away,

next to them.

You want to send

a generator. Anya sends

bitterly giggling emojis.

Technology makes sure

a disaster is instant,

shareable, and ideal.

Now you can all sit simultaneously,

homeless. Timeless.

Defenseless. In love.