A Language of Limbs

by Dylin Hardcastle

nothing necessarily felt wrong, until it suddenly felt right.

if no one ever disagrees with you, Thomas, your next story will be new characters sitting in a new room discussing the same ideas you wrote about in your last one.

And for those of us who are still alive, we will say, this is not my first pandemic.

Because I didn’t necessarily feel wrong, until suddenly it now all feels right.

let the water carry what you can’t.