Temporary

by Hilary Leichter

if we were all addressed as Human first, would it somehow enforce our humanity? And when we’re gone, will there be anyone left to fill in?

If you look deep enough inside a person, you’ll see a surplus square foot, an elbowed bracket that extends past the boundaries of the body, and this is where you find the soul. My soul, now full of office supplies.

want to feel my feet on the ground, forever. I want to be a standard human person with a place to belong. How can I ever become permanent if I don’t travel through some moral clouds?”

solving mysteries and studying to become one.

but not all jobs are icebergs, with hidden miles of work. Some jobs are just jobs.

She lived in the space between who she was and whom she was meant to replace.