
we walked down the hallway and into the elevator.
a strange but beautiful intimacy between us.
without a word, he leaned over the suitcases and kissed me.
a kiss that carried us down five floors.
i would do it all over again, if I could.
invisible threads is where stories and utterances become threads that are woven and tangled together into a kind of fabric. invisible threads will represent not only my voice, but a collection, a composite. a site of fusion, but also of unravel.
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