My Parents Told Us To Get Lost In The Snow Until My Phone Started Ringing

had won it and the woman holding it now, and the distance was not loss but accumulation, every year of it present in the weight of the thing in my palm.

She said she was leaving. She was going to a friend’s apartment in the city. She was going to try to be a person.

I asked if Mia hated her. She did not know her well enough to hate her, I said. And I continue reading …