Anomaly

Written by Jacob Ibrag

‘Split a cab?’ No harm in sharing, but

that’s not where it ended. Six months later,

 we’re splitting a bed. You’re on the edge of it,

scribbling little notes in your black moleskin.

Wondering what you’re transcribing. You’re

the red sun burning the inquiring side of me.

‘I know what you’re thinking,’ you whisper as

your smile devours my attention. ‘Close your

eyes.’ You take my hand and place it upon your

beating chest. ‘You’re the source of this. I’ll

try to describe it, yet I never can. My perfect

 anomaly. My reason to draw breath.’

Photography by Melania Brescia