Facing a blue screen When she saw him again it was a Monday afternoon, eighteen years later. Time had lengthened him out, stretched him at the edges, had filled his once lean cheeks and softened his sharp jawline. Time had put that grave stamp of age on his face. “I’m getting old,” he said. He […]
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On a grey couch … Time had chafed my soul and left me toughened like cured leather. You brought me water and I watered my parched soul. And I felt the frightening strain of buds burgeoning, a distressing efflorescence unfolding in undiscovered crevasses. This she said looking down at me as I lay beneath her.