“under house lights you move / through hallways backstage like it’s a sin / to inhabit your own skin”
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“under house lights you move / through hallways backstage like it’s a sin / to inhabit your own skin”
On the train back to Grand Central, the city itself did not feel enough for me. I longed for the presence of another human being—a person I can touch, feel, and shelter with—to save me from the coming isolation of the second wave.
