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Nicholas Boothman
Carolina worked, speaking only with her wrists.
Sera’s breath measured the room. Henry added
mistakes with the care of a surgeon stitching skin
that didn’t want to close. Lines accumulated:
If mercy looks like muting — call it out.
If peace demands your pulse — refuse that peace.
If silence says it loves you — test with mess.
If order says it’s mother — keep your name.
The rectangle trembled. The circle tightened,
then flickered. Numbers fell through it like snow
that had changed its mind about ground.
“Now give it away,” Jinji said. “Broadcast
without microphones.”
“How?” Henry asked.
“Bodies,” Sera said simply. She placed Henry’s
hand on the table and traced the poem’s meter
across his knuckles, then Carolina’s. “Hand to
hand. Palm to rail. Foot to floor. Let the city carry it
in bone.”
Jinji’s delighted exhale popped speakers that
didn’t exist. “God, I missed working with you.”
6. The Last Instruction
The rectangle dimmed a shade. Jinji blinked as if
distant thunder had interrupted a joke.
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