Inside is

She shows up on friday night at your front door and she looks the size of a paper clip. And you instantly remember how you used to follow her around when you were little and she was big. She feels like a wire even when you hold onto her. She was in a fistfight but didn't throw a punch. A lady with flowers on her dress waved hi as she got wheeled in. Which is funny not funny because of course she was tied down. But you both giggle and her laugh is crushing like that of a four-year-old boy. She feels like a wire until you lean a little harder and your hearts patter up against each other and it feels like if you could lean your face up against the world.

(art by evan or jesse dunn when they were truly little)