Pew

by Catherine Lacey

We would not have to sleep or slam doors or exist in these cells that eat other cells and die anyway, these cells we live in.

Did everyone feel this vacillating, animal loneliness after removing clothes? How could I still be in this thing, answering to its endless needs and betrayals?

But we’ve always been fair to people according to what the definition of fair was at the time.

We speak with borrowed air.