There’s a certain sadness that has weighed heavy on my already weighted heart. I’ve chalked it up to the pandemic: that 2020 broke something in all of us. On my vanity I laid out the stained glass pieces, comparing my broken pieces with my sister, my best friend in California, my husband in bed next to me. Maya and I share the same childhood trauma. Justin’s and my pieces that cracked and continued to split in the last 4 years have the same jagged edges. Steve and I wonder how our ten years together have passed - his scraps of glass somehow aligning perfectly with mine.
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