Nina Varela

“If a spider weaves her web to catch flies and catches a butterfly instead, what does the spider do?”

Benjy stayed silent.

“She eats the butterfly,”

If longing is madness, then none of us are sane.

Because it’s you.

It’s you, the wash of starlight, the old paradox: if the Universe were static, I could stand anywhere in this world and I swear my line of sight would end on you. I swear I’d find you in the dark.