Cara, indeed I will cherish them. I would not yearn for them to change, would not tactlessly translate their sugars into pie.
We regard them collectively as a poem without a home. Anticipation and acquiescence vie daily for control in the crowded channels of the hypothalamus. Wide as the desert, but hospitable.
The scientist felt a pronounced need for something whole that used to be green, slowly extrapolates the sun seeping from the smallness of their frames. Rarely does one face coincidences of such wrenching impossibility.
She brought them to her lips, made them bleed. Covered her tracks with the darkest chocolate she could locate. Let the forward stains begin again.
Lynette Ng is a union shop steward at her workplace. She enjoys picket lines, public libraries, and hearty plates of pasta. She has no interest in the low-carb lifestyle. Originally from Malaysia, Lynette now lives near Boston, Massachusetts, and will continue staying there if the powers-that-be bring back rent control.
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