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How high we go in the dark5/18/2023 ![]() ![]() I told 'em I kept having dreams of my face disappearing." ![]() "Talkin' on the phone with my grandchildren." "Made it to level 28 in Knights of Honor." "Kissing Jennie Mitchell in a closet at a senior party." ![]() Arms outstretched, bodies walking toward sound until they converged-chest against chest, heads bouncing off each other like billiard balls. Other voices soon came: Where are you? I can't see you? My phone won't turn on. I suppose I need to continue telling this from the first day, whatever time counts for here, if you're to understand the predicament we're in. Above, the air felt lighter on my fingertips, as if gravity had dissipated, but such physics would suggest a grounding force, and waving my hands beneath my feet, I could not find where my body found purchase in the dark. The charged air felt like how a child might imagine clouds feel-substantial enough to rest on yet capable of being traversed, an infinite expanse and cocoon all at once. ![]() I cried for help, for some teenage usher to turn the lights on, for the elderly woman sitting in the row ahead who shooshed me when I opened my contraband gummy bears. Instead, I opened my eyes in darkness where I could barely tell if my lids had opened. If I had socialized with my aunt and uncle's Filipino meet-up group instead of going to the movies, maybe something could have been done. ![]()
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