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.