i saw her standing on an old gold 1950’s velvet couch
and for a moment i remembered being her in that place
standing in California pastels with sunlight from the windows
yearning for a man i don’t know but probably knew once
realizing that, given enough time, we will be everyone
realizing that, given enough time, we will be everywhere
and there is enough time for each of us to be each of us
what an irony of force fed empathy and understanding