My self spills out of my body in every direction, like a punctured barrel. A hug plugs up the holes, keeping me intact. • My thoughts swarm around my head, fuzzy and uncatchable. A hug gathers them up, pauses their motion, and sets them down where I can see them. • My arms don’t know where they want to be. Any position I take feels awkward and wrong. A hug slides me back into place, snugly fitting into my own existence.
