Wavelength

75

Sasha

Repeat and repeat and repeat until you can’t get it out of your head.

76

Lillian

“I felt like I recognized you when I met you,”

I say.

“like I’d known you all along.”

The snowstorm’s slowing down.

I hear the distant beeping of plows starting to clear the city.

Sasha, their back against my chest, pulls my arms a little tighter around them.

It’s late, and we both know they should go soon.