Cynthia Santana: “Scales”

“How Does This Compare with Other Mass Shootings?”
—New York Times, June 12, 2016

On one hand, I hold the iPhone,

all news made small, and

on the other, your hand,

by which I also mean

the memory of your breath,

tracing my face

as morning opened around us.

How do I hold this world’s bullets

and the strands of sutured light

the blinds cast on your chest?

There are wounds that never close.

Bridges rebuilt in the wake of fire.

Everything is for sale.

Every day another app.