Tilt: A Novel

by Emma Pattee

I was constantly tripping over a Saturday that had no purpose and belonged to nobody.

“Sorry,” I say, because an absolute rule of the universe is that when you are about to correct someone, you must always apologize first.

Alexa, how do you break a car window? Alexa, how do you have a baby all alone?

In the beginning, we were like electric eels, crackling against each other. Even our ankles and shoulders and upper arms sizzled every time they collided.