Sublime

Once it was a young girl who entered the kitchen suddenly in a gust of wind, pale, thin, and strange, like a stray thought.

Her father once told her casually that she was built like a plum on toothpicks, and the phrase was at once so cruel and so poetic that it clicked into place around her like a harness.

I tell myself she was a luxury, like fruit out of season, lucky to have but temporary.

anthropomorphically.”