Galatea: Collected Poems

Millennial Love

Find me amid the clouds of tear gas
as a saltwater cure for heartbreak.
Love looks different in the twilight of a nation.
As the statues crumbles,
chances are 
we won't remain either.
But perhaps it's for the best.
We think we're meteoric
in our bed sheet superhero capes.
But we're all just as scared as our children.
Waiting for the next shoe to drop, tower to collapse,
economy to crumble, pandemic to ensue. 
We're just hiding under our bed sheets.
I look around and see no superheroes.