The Weekly
An Origin is a Point Among Other Coordinates by Marisa Lin
Like her, he yearned for a planet beyond this wasteland . . .
Like her, he yearned for a planet beyond this wasteland . . .
I tell her David lives in Seattle with his husband. I don’t tell her that it’s been almost a year since David has spoken to me.
We slow-danced as he hummed a Dylan tune, the one about having God on our side. Johnny’s body was soothing like a Sunday morning.
I am eight again, alone with nobody but my father and a dinner's-worth of trout stiff-spined in the ice chest.