A Truku writer on his relationship with his tribe’s traditional craft
Did she even graduate? Kevin will ask me later, when it’s just us, slumped on our flight back home.
The way she speaks will make you certain that she is the only one still alive.
“A Beautiful Relationship” and “The Price of Freedom”
She looked up at the high walls. There were some things even they couldn’t keep out.
There were eleven steps in the program—one less than AA—to be completed over fifteen days.
I’ve been reading up on comfort and chaos. I like missing you.
How many times she must have labored to make you stop crying, and how many times she held you, acknowledging your pain as you cried.
We’d video-game or anime-binge or dream aloud about a future as bright as our childhoods.
Even now you can feel her, flickering.
Two days later I asked her if she would love me no matter what before I told her the truth.
I know what it is like to travel into the quiet dusk, but don’t know what her fear felt like.
Did she even graduate? Kevin will ask me later, when it’s just us, slumped on our flight back home.
The way she speaks will make you certain that she is the only one still alive.
I’ve been reading up on comfort and chaos. I like missing you.
How many times she must have labored to make you stop crying, and how many times she held you, acknowledging your pain as you cried.
We’d video-game or anime-binge or dream aloud about a future as bright as our childhoods.
“A Beautiful Relationship” and “The Price of Freedom”
Even now you can feel her, flickering.
She looked up at the high walls. There were some things even they couldn’t keep out.
Two days later I asked her if she would love me no matter what before I told her the truth.
There were eleven steps in the program—one less than AA—to be completed over fifteen days.
I know what it is like to travel into the quiet dusk, but don’t know what her fear felt like.
