Out on a Limb

by Hannah Bonam-Young

“They go for my leg every time. I don’t know if it’s because it’s shiny and they like that, or if geese are just little ableist fucks, but they’re always trying to attack me.”

Because, from where I’m standing, that man looks at you like you hung the moon. More than that. The sun too.

feel like I’ve hated everything else in my life up until now. Nothing compares to what I feel for you. Not even close.”