Temporary

by Hilary Leichter

“Is it dangerous?” “Of course,” she says, “but in the wrong hands, so are staplers.”

Files and documents come and go by way of the shredder, but murder is a task that lasts.

“How does anyone find anyone in this infinite world?”

I could be happy and sad. It’s the way I can multitask, it’s the way two feelings can be the same feeling. It’s the way a rash and a willow can both weep.