Solve for X

by Oliver de la Paz

Read by Emma Rye

And in the outer world, the first, something smooth and wet. An
X
skims across the tops of the crests in a succession of skips. The
longest
holds its space in the air, pauses, then descends into what is a cool
sleep.

X and all the faces of backlit animals gaze downward at you. Their
curious engulfed
silhouettes. A spasm of radio and the accident of understanding
what it means to be X. What it means to be held and kissed and
gibbered to
as though you were something cast away and suddenly,
miraculously, returned.

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