Magnets, and how to break them

by Marisa Siegel

There is a certain push-pull involved in dragging me out of a dream. There is a certain polished outcome, a too-pretty awake. Where there and here meet is a dream. Speaking of palm trees in a parking lot, you’re bound to find yourself twisted up tangles of history and myth. Speaking of myth, you’re bound.

Where it veers wildly off-track is hard to pinpoint mostly because it isn’t just a single sudden motion. It doesn’t happen in one minute even if you exist like it does. Where the comfort is found stretches out over many minutes, many motions. The intersection of comfort and off-track is the pinned point.

What compass there is that is fixed on the pinned point, that is ever leading in one direction. Magnets, and how to break them.

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