I read an article:
I see slender bodies bent sharply
yoga in a plastic dome
triangles and cylinders of fabric in Dragonfruit.
That shade of lipkiss is not for me.
Sandstrom, who completed her PhD
was saying something
“Muted intensity, narrow intimacy”-
It is never enough, I say to myself.
Belittling the screen,
my eyes pale—I need something, though.
I renew and say aloud,“I will try.”
Finding ways to see each other, she said.
Emily Kate Hastings (she/her) is a writer and Speech-Language Pathologist from Canada. She can be found drinking ginger-lemon tea between Himalayas hikes, reading in Viennese coffee shops, or snowshoeing in Canadian forests, depending on the day. Her work has been published in TERSE., Twenty-two Twenty-eight, and The Sock Drawer.