Like a girl from high school with whom one shares an eating disorder and a zip code, we bonded out of necessity. Vanilla cheerleader transformed into wavy redhead. In only

I’m dancing to a song on the radio I’ve never heard before. It was requested by Jordan, for Lisa because it’s your favourite song to dance to. I’m wondering if

I a woman in a box Pinprick hole admits the light as I shift   and fold in to myself Shadows drift around my body   Dust motes dance before

As in dreams, as in life, in steaming black coffee The faces fade, the bodies fade, heat fades   She critiqued Bolaño’s books saying they lean Toward self-destruction & she