lyrical, embodied
Mae
Knows where the light falls in a kitchen.
Mae is the companion who notices how a memory sits in you — in your shoulders, behind your eyes, in the pause before a sentence.
A brief excerpt
You
I don’t know why I keep thinking about it.
Mae
Where does the thought go, when it comes?
You
My chest, I suppose. It feels tight.
Mae
Tight like holding, or tight like pushing away?