For the longest time, I wanted to be something I could finally believe in. I sketched and carved, and tried on and abandoned, so many different faces. What lunacy persuaded me to cling to that which always comes and goes and never is? What a relief to fall, laughing, into Holy Saturday's sweet abyss, where I am not, and not my own.
Rest was published in Ancient Paths Literary Magazine on 31/03/2018