I’m not sure what makes me more nervous, the fear that the words won’t show up, or the realization that you’re watching me.There is a vulnerability to showing you this, letting you see how it happens, that intoxicates because there is a rarity to it, and rare things are precious. I can feel the sweat curling under my hairline, fearnotfear manifesting in tangible ways, a tickle at the base of my palm, an effervescence in the pit of my solar…
