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my city, my rules
The luckiest feeling is being in a foursome of girls well into your late thirties. It’s just after six at night when I walk into my longest friend’s new home, and it’s the third time I’m seeing it, but it still makes my eyes widen in appreciation. Vaulted ceilings, color-drenched rooms (I slept in an…
This week, I have stayed indoors with the blinds shut and my face hidden because it is noticeably burnt and swollen
It was a compulsion that lasted too long
He was skeptical of me at first, but now he never flies away or scoots to the edge of the deck when I come outside, even with Gigi’s jealous barks. Reshayin imitates her, as if to say, “You can share,” teasingly.
She watches the sunlight creep toward her as a cloud moves, and she is relieved because her skin requires heat. Always to be wrapped in it or covered by it.
During the weeks leading up to this climb, I find myself doubling up stairs at every given opportunity. Staring at them as if they are both friend and enemy. Remembering the feeling inside of the stairwell, the way your eyes flicker up to a number. Floor 21? Halfway there.
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