Content

Issue 14
Stitched up

The way we used to be, upside down and inside out, our thoughts strewn across an empty room. I am no longer part of these things.  The ones we always pretend did not exist. All I have is now, an elastic band of time I’m not sure how far to stretch. Knowing only that there is no way to test its strength in isolation. And there is a whole lot of life left out there, reflected in eyes, squeezed into veins, running along skin. And so many ways to find it, at least long enough to know you held it. Some let go then, others don’t, and what makes up the difference is where I blank out and see stars.