watch the hole between us refill into an animal—Precious Okpechi

it’s that hour on the clock where the sun is a belly button from a distance and half the nocturnal insects are mobile and cricketing and the wind is windy and curtains are curled to the side to let in gold-yellow lights and the mattresses are rumpling from our every tiny shift closer and we … Continue reading watch the hole between us refill into an animal—Precious Okpechi