this is the room
this is the room the wind will carry the news into this is where we will line up after our friend is shot this is the crying room the snap awake room the crisis room the room to rouse when another mother bolts this is where we ready for the call he has been picked up yes officer I was with him he was right here I swear this is the room I am the woman this is the night. this is the room we dreamt until we could not: this part of the room will open to the foyer and here is the corner section for brewing tea this is the room for meetings it has an AC and this is the lock and the key for oops the secrets and this is the back door see comrades here are the papers or their ashes this is the schedule for cleaning cooking and cataloguing the books this is where my friend’s dream press would have been and this where the dream mothers sit in pain and this side of the room two desks could fit but only one remains and sure let’s make our studios unassuming and upstairs and use their rent to run the cafe below let’s add a balcony from which she used to gaze down upon the cafe and the cafe can gaze back up at us too and this is where we be found and lost after the weekly meeting the midnight meeting the rain meeting among the plants lovingly grown by us and this is where we watch them die and grow and this is where we hide and the posters too do not dare paste them on the walls anymore tho if you flip it would be like S never left like she was never murdered like the city never took a hit like we are not stumbling around inside these rooms forgetting where we put things of our own making aren’t these the rooms isn’t this the door its labels we made with our hands out of paper out of paper isn’t this the paper aren’t these our hands will you open the paper room so we can smoke it down we must destroy this room burn it to ash pick up the ashes then store them in corners for later rooms that we will build with the same hands now put away your fears girl look at me, this city is just a room no more this room is a city of rooms you can leave them behind we are building anew girl, walk out.

Like a lifetime in a breath. Bohat khoob
I felt this in my body. Every room. Every leaving. Thank you for writing what so many of us carry.