For the one who stands beside me at the edge of the room when I feel outnumbered by normalcy, who wants to leave the party as soon as we’ve arrived so that we can go wander the empty skyscraper streets and scheme about the future.

For the one with an eye and a turn of phrase, whose opinions and inflections and medicine cabinet I examine, looking for every possible similarity between us.

For the one who sends missives from far away to say I thought of you when I heard Joan Baez had fallen out of her treehouse, but she’s okay.

For the one who knows all my secret longings, the bravery and the casual cruelty of youth, with whom I could lie motionless staring at the wall for hours on end. Nothing says I love you like a scientific model of a single plant cell.

This is for the one whose absence is keenly felt in those moments when the only sound is the city traffic beyond your window and you need to talk to someone and be understood.



by Su Wu, who has given a lot of thought to superpowers and thinks that, apart from the ability to fly, the best superpower would be the ability to say exactly what you mean, when you need to.

ash @ 1:26 PM