The Long Form

by Kate Briggs

It was a co-project, a complex interaction where, on both sides, the it’s all for you – this sense of an action so clearly being undertaken for the priority-sake of you – was being ever-offset, resisted or supported by the counter-force of a me.

When in fact, she’d worked out afterwards, it had simply fallen over. Reaching, seeking the light. Risking a new posture, it must have lost its balance and fallen over. It must have grown.

Look: the sky is good. It changes all the time.

Fiction: a relatively new name used to describe the kinds of stories that don’t immediately declare their own fictionality by being so obviously implausible.

The library book seemed to propose a person as the becoming-pattern of their behaviours. And to make “lovable” into a word for a singular variability calming and regularizing into a recognizable “pattern.”