Thirty Minutes
She threw thirty minutes of haymakers at me after four sleepless nights. I took all of it. Not because I agreed. Because I could see what was actually happening.
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"I'm Good"
He could explain people to themselves with uncomfortable accuracy. But when it came to his own scars, that clarity vanished.
The Sloth on the Books
Only later did I realize the drawing wasn't just about him. I had absorbed more than his curiosity and gentleness. I had absorbed his way of disappearing.
The Answer I Didn't Want
The truest thing I ever said came out during a psilocybin trip. I spent years avoiding it because it sounded too simple.
The Only Passenger
Empty bus, Christmas evening, the only passenger. I wasn't heartbroken. That confused me at the time.