
“Expansion” by Stephanie Macias
The furthest thing from me is resolution. Like the furthest galaxies it flies away from me at top speeds. There’s no use chasing it. No lasso that would catch it. Now is an undone dress only halfway buttoned up. And some buttoned wrong. Mismatching keyholes in a rush to get downstairs and out the slamming screen door. Already my closure is passing Mars and then … Continue reading “Expansion” by Stephanie Macias