• Rebecca Lerner


The edge of summer. I sit in a park (not my park, although of course nothing is mine) and eat cheese across a blanket from you. It's a struggle to maintain eye contact from six feet away with all the buzzing and the talking and the way some people still bump elbows (??????)

We talk about all the things you're not supposed to, religion and sexuality and politics, and eventually, you say it's dark and I say I know the political landscape is pretty bleak and you say no literally it's dark outside now and you need to bike home and I say ah yes, I do.

We walk out of the tall grass of the park and I watch two women, one sitting on top of the other criss cross apple sauce style, noses practically touching, basically as close as you can be to someone else with your clothes on, just having a matter of fact conversation.


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