in Sweet As Love

The Sheer Mass

Kathryn says, ‘I carry the weight of old boyfriends, self-possessed jerks and sweet immature nerds. The weight of making the relationship work, I can feel it in my chest and my throat. And if I open my mouth I inhale the sheer mass hanging in the air between us. My fear and ignorance are cinder blocks around my waist, one day anchoring me to the bed of the East River.