Tag Archives: Cassandra Atherton

I’m addicted to travel adapters: two or three-pronged, round or flat pins, straight or on the angle. I keep some in my desk drawer, a few in my bag and one under my pillow, that I stroke to get to sleep. The universal power adapters are my favourite, the prongs move in and out with […]

i. The third night, we drink too much tequila and you sleep on the edge of my hair until noon; your body curled around me like a single, right parenthesis. I feel your breath on the rounded curve of my shoulder; respiration like a steady metronome. This is my happiest hour: three quarters of a […]