We say nothing. Sitting there on the floor together in a tangle of other bodies. Open mic washing over us, the glow of PRIDE hanging in the hall. I twitch my pinky to see what will happen. Nothing. Twitch again a little harder. Something. A twitch in return. More than a twitch, definitely a clear wiggle. I’m not listening to the words anymore. My whole body leaning into the line of skin where our pinkies are touching.
Fark.
This is happening.
This is happening.
we were there 