The Year of Skin
2024, brilliantly so 🪡
It is early, and I am still dressed in last night’s affairs. Leftovers from the previous atmosphere my body inhabited. The next day’s dawn—which is the same day really, I’d been out so late—opens over me with crisp breath. Reams of late-season winter sun ribbon through the slats of my guest bedroom window. If I try hard enough, I can think of you more l…