I want to go back there, back to the nights at the arcade when I worked the late shift and the photo booth begged us to get naked. I want to go back to the back alley behind the Bottleneck and stretch out the word platonic like a rubber band. I want to go back to the dead days, to see the lover of my life one last time. But that’s outdated, like the plane that brought you here, or the forms I signed about lead paint in the apartment. That’s outdated, and I’m never going back there.
Kelly Stohr uses she/her pronouns and is a queer writer from the Hudson Valley. She currently lives in Kansas City, Missouri, with her cat named Turtle. Kelly is a copywriter by day and Managing Editor of The Giving Room Review by night (and a patron of dive bar pool tables by early morning).