Benjamin Bush Anderson
UMPTEENTH
an essay on sustainability
With an ornery wink and a one two three I buttoned my shirtsleeves. We woke exhausted we’d been peering in our sleeps. You felt it important to note that we held our hands with our wrists, our wrists with our elbows. I argued our fingers were held by our knuckles, our knuckles held by our shoulders. This was an impasse, we both held our ground. With what you asked we giggled. You held my gaze a moment longer
