Tickets (By Cat Matchuk)
Seeing is believing.
A sea of red in a crowd of voices,
people who were once separated.
There’s ribbons of white and ice crossing and dancing in a square
and yet I look away, waiting for a message from you.
Yet, I need you to follow me, to need me,
so I can drown you out
in the sea of voices
screaming from the tiny square.
I bought tickets to this show,