in NANO Fiction
I’m sitting in a movie theater and I’ve got a one on my right and a one on my left. God I’m in love. He coughs, he laughs, they’re so loud the two of them and I’m so quiet. I’m such a quiet person and there’s the one, wearing a shirt I gave him, with buttons and a collar, a linen that was my brother’s before it was mine and was his before it was ever really mine but it was mine and I gave it to him and now, to meet me, he wears it. Ah. And the other. Has no one else to sit next to, but he has me, which is better than sitting alone. One reaches for my hand, one reaches for my foot.