We wrap empty packages, tie them with strings. Make each other gift certificates for love. Redeemable upon request.
How I adore that word emblazoned on paper. I’m here with my older sister and we’re celebrating Christmas. Everything dissolves, bills, being alone, dusty houses.
We redeem love, giving each other Christmas hugs, candles flickering. With the intensity of each hug, I inhale perfume. Sweat. Christmas.
We don’t let go. Not once.