I too believe that our lives are
not as interwoven as we are led to
believe, that you and I were
only coincidences in the others
timeline. Still, something
as simple as the entanglement
of our fingers reminds me that
once I felt entirely safe within
your world. Do you often, also, think
about black holes? How they taste
and swallow all the stars in their
path? Sometimes, when I see
you in a crowd, and I pretend
not to, I remember the way you
looked the last night I saw you
and you said in another life
we would be happy. And I said
in another life we would be
free from one another’s ghosts.
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Chloe N. Clark’s work appears in such places as Bombay Gin, Drunken Boat, Flash Fiction Online, Hobart, Midwestern Gothic, and more. She writes for Nerds of a Feather and Ploughshares. In addition she teaches college comp and tweets @PintsNCupcakes.