![]() ![]() When I walked out onto the street, the yellow of the sky had deepened. ![]() I took the J to Canal, where I transferred to the Q up to the Times Square stop. Especially since I didn’t know whether I was going to have it. I hadn’t meant to ghost, but it was just easier not to deal with it. He had texted, called, and emailed a bunch since then. ![]() We hadn’t seen each other in a month, the last time being when he had informed me he was moving out of New York. I needed to find a way to break the news. ![]() What if I texted back: I’m pregnant! It’s yrs lolz. I would know that I was alone.īefore the train tunneled underground, my phone buzzed in my tote bag, alight with another text from Jonathan: Leaving Sunday. I would estimate the time this theoretical setback would delay the production schedule, then the shipment schedule. I would calculate the cost of using Swiss Bible paper in place of the Chinese paper that the client insisted we buy, should the latter prove too flimsy to prevent ink from bleeding to the other side, the Psalms obscuring the Proverbs, Matthew contradicting Mark, Peter preempting John. Whenever I couldn’t sleep, I would torture myself by creating a completely hypothetical Bible production scenario to troubleshoot. I thought about the next day at the office, and the day after. I had laid on the cheap bed of my Bushwick studio, listening to the sound of my breath. ![]()
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