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by trish le

cover photo by abhi velaga

It’s like this. 

The camera pans to you. You leave fruit at my door. 

       Sometimes we sit together. I get soaked by the downpour. 

Everything is so heavy. You hand over your jacket. 

Are you alright?

Sometimes. 

You hate hugs. You hug me anyways. We watch the same movie. 

Why do you like it so much?

I like what it believes in. 

And what does it believe in?

People. 

The screen fades black. I am with my people. 

Do you miss it?

I come back to it all the time. I never tire of this.