Our subjects were nice. We kept our distance. We brewed detachment in bottles. “We kept our distance” is an anecdote. Her name is Anecdote. She was born in the study. Cages, bottles. Books all around. She was our favorite / forbid us to see her. She was the muse for the bottles marked “Distance” from which we drank. Could not get by without. We buried the results; they were dead. It was painless for us. Thanks to detachment. Our hypothesis held up a snapshot. Braces, barrettes. Copyright © 2015 by Melissa Ginsburg. Used with permission of the author. |
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