

Faith and Some Consequences “I’m not sure you’re listening to me.” He was completely serious. “I’ll die without you.” He was completely intoxicated. “Is that so?” I responded, holding his hair away from his face as he gripped the white ceramic ring, on the verge of another heave. His words were slightly muffled from speaking into the bowl, and a little slurred, but understandable. On the other side of bathroom door there was a crowd of equally maudlin teenagers and their good friend Jack. In fact, Jack was the reason I was in there with him, trying to the best of my abilities not to laugh out loud at the thFaith and Some Consequences


My Spine is Learning ThingsIf I lie on my stomach and press my whole body against the dull hardwood slats of the floor I can feel the girl over by the window vibrate into my bones. She is tap dancing, practicing a traveling step she just learned, clack-clack-clickety-clickety-clack. She never leaves the broad white rectangle of afternoon sun formed by the window she uses like a mirror, intensely scrutinizing her image without touching herself, putting all her focus in her feet, clack-clack.My Spine is Learning Things
I wonder where she grew up. I wonder what time she usually rolls out of bed in the morning. I wonder what she’s trying to find as she pierces her own reflection, glarin
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