Disconnected
Disconnect is where I had been, in the world of stories carefully constructed to create big feelings. Disconnected was where I wanted to be, in that world where stories had resolution.
To the End
The faltering ones β with pinched eyes and grimacing mouths β made me pick up the chant. βAll the way,β I found myself repeating.
Crisscross
That night, we moved in perpendicular directions but for that small square of earth where our feet met in time and in space.