Each morning I watch the world 
Through two layers of glass

Check for signs of my cold breath
In the winter air of the internet—

Am I living? Can you remind me
What that looks like?

Is it enough 
To lie in my room with the fan slow

Shifting in compression socks
As light crescendos towards day

With no further plans? 

It’s easy for a body to forget itself
On bed rest

My feet are astounded by the floor

My neck does not understand 
The weight of my head

It’s too difficult 
I turn back to my phone

Ask Siri to define human

Then unsatisfied, scroll
Through Instagram minefields

In search of another body like mine 

Hannah is a writer and filmmaker living on the unceded territories of the Musqueam, Squamish, and Tsleil-Waututh Nations (Vancouver, BC). She can be found on Twitter @hannah_siden or at https://www.hannahsiden.com.