If We Were Villains

by M.L. Rio

One thing I’m sure Colborne will never understand is that I need language to live, like food—lexemes and morphemes and morsels of meaning nourish me with the knowledge that, yes, there is a word for this. Someone else has felt it before.

For someone who loved words as much as I did, it was amazing how often they failed me.

“You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough.”

How tremendous the agony of unmade decisions.