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“What did you say?” she whispers.

(R places his forehead against hers. No biting. Just pressure. Just a question waiting for an answer. Outside, the Bonies grind their teeth in the dark. But inside the plane, time stutters. A piano chord that was silent for years suddenly plays itself once, then stops.) warm bodies mtrjm kaml

I don’t have the muscles for a full sentence. I have rocks in my throat. But I push one out. “What did you say

But now, inside this ribcage—this dusty apartment where my heart used to live—something is scratching at the floorboards. It wants out. It wants to spell. Just pressure

End.

We are the same wrong thing, finally correct.

I point at my chest. Then at hers. Then I make a fist and open it slowly—a flower, a bomb, a heart.