I Go Back There All the Time

There’s a place where I was brave and he wasn’t: the walking bridge over 490 by a store called Useless Objects. When his eyes would fully open, pulling in light and wind from rushing cars below, I’d light up too. Finally I was fine and he wasn’t. It felt good to be brave when he wasn’t—to watch his hands jitter as mine remained steady. I’d stay close to him the whole time, like I didn’t do in crowded places; and when a wheezing little flame lit up his eyes again, closer now, I’d breathe in deep and exhale relief.

Grace Coughlin is from Buffalo, New York. She is currently a Senior at St. John Fisher College, majoring in Psychology with minors in English and Visual and Performing Arts.

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