"Sure. We'll make it."

All of my neighbors were
strangers standing together
more like joined
in mutually sustaining.

eyes muffled lips
hair tethered wrists
veins trapped skin
faces enclosed legs.

the many-limbed
living a muscle-wall
away from death
- this was what made them a crowd.

a maze of certitudes
the coziness of company
embroidered existence
not endured alone.

coiling together
braced against
They were sure.

	"Excuse me."
				I guess.