TetherYou know by the hum of your seat you're still in the air. A girl's doll stares blindly up from a black carry-on, the girl ![]() asleep against her window, outside which death ignores you both in limitless space, frilly cloud. Look—it's empty out there ![]() as you sit with your icy drink, wings shadowing whatever passes beneath. The last thing you remember is the bed of tulips ![]() as you hustled down the concrete path outside your home. You had no reason to look back, no face to find in the glass, ![]() but because the wind was blowing, the flowers appeared to shake their heads no, no to you. They live their whole lives as if in earth- ![]() quake. Imagine—an existence moved by invisible, immutable force this way then that, and no choice but to go with it. |
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