by sof sears, natalie waite, & shirley jackson

Nowhere: the domain of girls. Girls practically belong to nowhere. That ancient, undistinguished space, not so much empty as displaced. Girls are constricted from the second they’re categorized as girls at all. The dark-dark encroaches, but so does ecstasy, delight, boredom, longing, rage. The etymology eludes us. What matters is this moment—this unbearable, unending blood-tunnel of a moment. I want to follow her but I can’t seem to see where she’s gone. She’s arrived somewhere I can’t yet see. She tried, and so do I.