Dear Edward

by Ann Napolitano

Jane and Bruce can’t help but locate the spot where the Twin Towers used to be, the same way the tongue finds the hole where a tooth was pulled.

She’s full of the same stuff as the rest of them, but she’s turned everything on.

She turns her attention to Edward, as if he’s a lock she is going to unpick. He has the thought that it’s not polite, the way she’s looking at him.

the freedom to create something ugly.

Lucky. Edward tests the word inside his head, as if considering its weight.

He sees—and feels—two separate realities.

He’s created a circle, created a whole, by coming here.