Mica

Everything changed when we started to role play. I dressed up as sunrise, you the wanderer staring east over the ocean. I reached for you and suddenly was the shoreline, and you donned the leaves of a blue palmetto tree. You dug into the sand, where I was mica, you the glint of light off my belly. The encyclopedia claims you have perfect cleavage, you said, and I became text, you became fact, and our lives began to spiral around each other. Every now and then our shadows meet in passing, like an eclipse reminding the day of the stars.

 

 

Rishee Batra spends much of his time writing. Other activities include gazing, meandering, and slumbering.

Photo Credit: Basil & Tracy Brooks

 

 

 

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