Concrete Poetry
   of Modern Love

   Our schedules were
 opposite:  office   and  restaurant.   But    then    the  world shut
    down, and  the  dining rooms
    were  closed.   When Aiesha    would    normally
 be  waiting   tables, we were    riding   our bikes    through Little Rock’s  empty  downtown.   Logging   off   from  my
   remote  work  felt   like  hearing a   school bell
 ring.    The   empty city   was  our
  playground. I remember riding    our
   bikes   along    the   Arkansas  River
  in
  the  dark with  a huge   smile on  my  face.  It was
   the
 best
 kind of smile,   unseen   and
  electric. Somehow, I     knew  happiness  within   a tragedy.   I found  my   best   friend.   — Kim    Mai
 Draheim