I always know where to look for them and you get giddy when I hook you in.
The excitement brews with our eagerness to check at the door
the patience bought by those
who pay us.
You pour me a cup
so as the room gets warmer so do my lips as do the tips of my toes and fingers
so that our goosebumps
are from the thrill of
listening and watching the story unfolding
before us
so that the room gets darker
and my eyes- and I- I get heavier then lighter
until you are the only one
with goosebumps and you let it be so.
Suraya (she/her) is a writer and a teacher based in Turin. Her writing reflects her longing and uncertainty for her old home and her anxiety to connect with the adopted one. Her work has appeared in Cornucopia. Twitter: @pleiadessy