Zugzwang
Sometimes it’s like my body doesn’t exist and I’m just a spirit floating between spaces. But sometimes I’m all charged up and I feel as if I need to touch someone and be touched or I’ll shiver into sparks. Do you ever feel that?
#30 Fiction
Tableau
The gesture is so cliched it comes as a relief; I understand perfectly the way he wants everything to unfold. His shorts are fluorescent in the darkness. They gather on his stubby work boots.