November 30th, 2019.
"I told the bartender about my neighbor. I joked that I’ve known the man in the window longer than I’ve known the man in my bed. Now every night before he finds my body with his, he draws the curtain and locks the bars on my window, metal softened with white paint. I never thought to lock it before. In the morning while he sleeps, I unlock the latch and open the gate wide to let the light in. Sometimes I do this at the same time my neighbor opens his to smoke. His worn t-shirt and morning nicotine comfort me."
- Allison Theresa.
- An excerpt and photograph from Issue No. 7 - Autumn 2019.