This is How You Lose the Time War

by Amal El-Mohtar

“Ontario sucks. As the prophets say.”

I have been laughing a great deal, this summer, and it has been so easy.

I write in fire across the sky, a plummet to match your rise.

I sought loneliness when I was young. You’ve seen me there: on my promontory, patient and unaware. But when I think of you, I want to be alone together. I want to strive against and for. I want to live in contact. I want to be a context for you, and you for me. I love you, and I love you, and I want to find out what that means together.

She wants there to be a God, so she can curse Her.