Back then we’d find ourselves flush up against the piano in Shiwangfu
sitting at the top of the steps to the stage, which later became the spot at Wuyuecheng where we shared steak and onion soup before it became the movie theater where we caught whatever was showing before that in turn became the Lizhi Building
So we’ve seen that movie already and the building goes nameless now
as we find ourselves mid-epidemic and recovery
lurks within its own latency

And now we’re home side-by-side frying up a few dishes
to cram into the overstuffed refrigerator
while downloading movies onto the computer while still watching
theatrical scenes

Sometimes we even mix the place names up
but maybe we don’t
really care