This morning I woke up wanting\u00a0to lose someone.
\nThe beach was empty, and I watched a plate of white light flatten
\non the bay, so bright\u00a0a little boat seemed caught out there.
\nMaybe it\u2019s expectancy\u00a0that tethers us
\nto our bodies, I thought, then slices us open when we are most quiet.
\nWhich means no matter who leaves me and who does not, I will always be
\nthis body, this waiting girl in it. \u00a0\u00a0Wind opened over the water
\nlike someone scattering a fist full of dark spoons. \u00a0I thought of you pocketing
\nstones from the snow-rimmed beach, then piling them up all around your house. \u00a0I
\nthought of when you stopped cold<\/p>\n
as a gull snapped up into the sky, light on his underbelly\u2014 This morning I woke up wanting\u00a0to lose someone. The beach was empty, and I watched a plate of white light flatten on the bay, so bright\u00a0a little boat seemed caught out there. Maybe it\u2019s expectancy\u00a0that tethers us to our bodies, I thought, then slices us open when we are most quiet. Which means no matter […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":22,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"spay_email":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false},"categories":[13],"tags":[25],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6Jypy-x9","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2055"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/22"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2055"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2055\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10133,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2055\/revisions\/10133"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2055"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2055"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2055"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nlook, <\/em>you said, and I did.
\nJoy\u00a0sometimes brings with it a loneliness\u00a0that makes me want to wash
\nmy face. \u00a0But if it’s not loss that makes sense
\nof all this longing, what is it? \u00a0Wind twisted through the water
\nin the most unraveled\u00a0of ribbons. \u00a0Wait,\u00a0no, lit white ribbons\u2014no,
\nreflections of a girl’s white hair in the water, ribboning out\u00a0as she tries
\nto touch it, completely\u00a0stunned at how slow
\nhair moves in the slow moving water and how fast it stops\u00a0the second
\nshe looks away, as stunned\u00a0as she’s been every second of her life here,
\nand will be every second until it’s done.<\/p>\nAlice Neiley<\/a><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"