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“Wow, your pockets are huge! How much can you fit in them!”
“Phone. Wallet. Every street corner in every night. 7.4% more pay and that’s being generous. Keys. The right to decide what is and isn’t good art. The right to decide what is and isn’t beautiful. The right to decide what is and isn’t sinful. Half a packet of gum. The rules of consent, although I say I’ve never seen them. All the years passed and surely some to come. Along with every single gun and all the laws that grant them. A little bit of lint. The words you want to say. Words you already said, passed off as mine. And of course, the words I say you said, though we’ve never spoken. All the world’s religions, the societal divisions, and our political decisions. A keyring of the Earth, that I swear, if I look at it closely enough, I can see myself, talking to you. Oh, and I used to have bigger pockets too. What do you keep in yours?”
“Oh, um, sorry I should have said, I don’t actually have pockets.”
