Lately, I’m struggling to reconcile the big, wide world with the tiny slice of it that I occupy.
I knew it was just another of Zadie’s crazy ideas. So why didn’t I stop her?
“A peaceful gathering”, she said, her tone light, eyes fixed on her laptop screen. “Nothing big. Just a show of support, you know.”
Maybe I was curious. Or bored.
We were young.
We were reckless.
by Akosua Adasi
Long train rides give me time to think.
The smooth ascent of a quickly moving vehicle
the stillness that I can feel when the world is going by 100mph
I told my mother that I didn’t have anything to hide
I told her I was okay
That was before I nursed the light blue gin bottle I had stored underneath my bed
drank it with such desire
that my heart stopped beating for a second
and all I could hear was the echo in my bones
to let go
to dive in
to reach for the end