James A. Reeves
    
    
    
    17 Minutes Remaining
                        I borrowed the internet of a fast-fashion shop that closed at noon because too many of its workers had the plague.
                    
                    
                
    
    Dream Language
                        I woke up wondering if I would live my life any differently if I measured my age in days or hours instead of years.
                    
                    
                
    
    January 7, 2022
    
    January 6, 2022
    
    An Elderly Man Sighs Over a Dusty Book About Trees
    
    Goodness
    
    The Memory Police
    
    January 3, 2022
    
    Broken Scales
    
    January 1, 2022
    
    2021 Rotation
                        The end of another year, and exhaustion hangs heavy like a fog.