I am trying to honor my impulses. When I am alone in the kitchen I play music, I dance, I bump into cabinets and I am trying to fall in love with the way movement leaves bruises. There is a transitory blankness at night without you there to punctuate it. You are the first parenthesis, the soft curve, and I think maybe I have seen this metaphor before, but these feelings are an old refrain so how many ways can I say it? In the kitchen I think about you. I think about how we have to eat three times a day. Last night there was a full moon, and we talked about it over the phone. Cyclical: it’s all cyclical.
Sarah Groustra (she/her) is a senior at Kenyon College in Gambier, Ohio, originally from Brookline, Massachusetts. Her writing has previously appeared in or is forthcoming in Funicular Magazine, HIKA, Lilith Magazine, Boats Against the Current, Moon Cola Zine, and Spires Literary Magazine. Her plays have been workshopped or produced by Playdate Theatre, the Parsnip Ship, and Playwright’s Workshop at Kenyon (PWAK). She plans on pursuing writing and theater of various sorts after she graduates. The other thing she loves as much as books is breakfast food, which you can tell by her Twitter handle: @ladypoachedegg.
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