• Rebecca Lerner

I must admit I have slight anxiety going to a party where I know nary a person

It was nights like these when we would smear glitter on each other’s cheeks, taking off our shoes before we came in, forfeiting those crucial two inches of height. The night was cold, colder than expected, but what are we without our discomforts?

You didn’t mind that I talked too loud. I didn't care that your arms splay as you danced.

You carefully put my hair behind my ear, as though it was suddenly very important that each strand be in its proper place.

Our conversations sounded fast but in truth were slow, like water just beginning to unfreeze. Every time you asked me something I paused. Took a beat. Harmonized my beliefs with what I thought you would want me to say, and sang.


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