Dream Love Hate Zip - The

Love came first, soft as the inside of a collar. It whispered: Stay.

In the dream, there was no color — only the zip of a jacket being pulled up, then down, then up again. The sound was a heartbeat, or maybe a warning. The Dream Love Hate Zip

When I woke, my hands were empty, but the sound remained — a cold metal whisper running up and down the spine of something unfinished. Love came first, soft as the inside of a collar