I do crosswords alone.Since meeting you, I do newspaper crosswords in pen. The paper’s ink smudges a murky crescent on the edge of my palm, from the tip of my pinky to my wrist, annihilating neat boxes, leaving only my letters, my words, my answers. Their permanence meaning more than if they are correct. © Katelyn
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