January 3, 2023 - “I read my book in bed” by Elizabeth Lerman

I read my book in bed and pinch my toes between my fingers so I can feel the joints shift and flex beneath the thin skin. I twist and bend and wonder what it might feel like if they were to snap, suddenly, and my curiosity is just that, since something stops me from finding out, but still I can’t stop squeezing, and I like to think about what we are made of, how muscle and bone bind and break, the way bodies are meant to be, and there is a certain smallness that comes with the meat of it, and it is almost close to comforting, knowing, so surely, how malleable we are not.