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It was dark, warm, and sticky in there. You said it was like a womb if the womb hated you.
I fell for your tiny voice first. You said things like “Pass the Tabasco” and “I don’t believe in atoms.” You were perfect.
We built a home out of pepper flakes and split molecules like rent.
Then someone squeezed us out onto a gas station taco. Our entire ecosystem imploded.
Before we died, we held hands. Which is hard when you don’t have hands. But we figured it out.
Who was it that said love is problem-solving under pressure?
Sarp Sozdinler has been published in Electric Literature, Kenyon Review, Masters Review, Vestal Review, Fractured Lit, Hobart, JMWW, Trampset, and Maudlin House, among other journals. His stories have been selected or nominated for such anthologies as the Pushcart Prize, Best Small Fictions, and Wigleaf Top 50. He is currently at work on his first novel in Philadelphia and Amsterdam.
