The light creeps in orangey like hair and the bread tastes like a bird’s nest and he smiles and puts both his hands on me and his fingers are blue and we’re two sea creatures with lights attached to our foreheads and we’re breathing in the dark, breathing and floating, drifting out somewhere far away from here.
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Sara Henry Paolozzi‘s work has appeared or is forthcoming in Autofocus, Booth, Hobart, Adroit Journal, and elsewhere. She lives in Austin, Texas and is working on her first novel. You can find her on Twitter at Sara_Paolozzi.
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