The Switch
A woman's remembrance of vibrant youth shattered by puberty's sudden, shaming, unmagical…
Read more โDust motes twirl, heat oppresses, and concrete walls remarkably lift, seeking impossible flight.
Three books and a pen mirror purpose on the table; woolly balls of dust fly about like ballerinas; the sofa smells of urine and soap.
Heat sits on us like new uniform.
We have tea with medicines.
The building next-door takes off with cement wings.