Yesterday’s moth was still on the wall. A little thing, “Are you still
here?” I asked wondering why he hadn’t left via the open window in the
afternoon and what he could possibly want that made him stay here. I
could have got a cup and gently evicted him into the rainy dark night
but it felt like the one bit of non-conversational company I needed
right now. At least I probably needed some kind of conversation given I
was asking questions to a moth.
Only Hannah can take a moth on the wall and relate it to her feelings about gender. I really wonder if that month wasn't a "she". Hannah's thinking again, and writing it down for you in her unique way.
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