5. the roof deck gets us close to the clouds. […]
I feel a rise in my chest that speeds up and slows down like a bird trapped inside my rib cage, wings shrinking, but not their power. I’m afraid I’m going to throw up; eyes blur, and for a moment I think I’m fainting, but it’s only the hot […]
The fragrance of tea, wild and sweet rolled in from the mountains. A thick fog of quiet indications rustled from buried sprigs of leaves. Words shook out. They’d been heard before. An echo rippled through the breeze, unbeknownst to us, to me: they knew all our secrets.