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It was only after they were dropped off and left alone in the middle of an autumn-brushed field, that she realized that the man with whom she was paired was no longer her husband, or never had been; the stranger’s … Continue reading
After the first wounding, a necessary course of retrieval was set. She entered herself, a ritual sacrifice to the gods of trespass. She wouldn’t move on until every single pore radiated symmetry undisturbed.
It was perfect in that our distances mirrored one another’s fragile attempts for lasting intimacy, and in reaching we were guaranteed to come up empty yet singing.
Intimacy, the skeining of desire, bound by recourse.