Marketplace

There are two letters on my table from two people I hold across distances I cannot walk. I want to introduce them before I say what they wrote, because their names won't mean anything yet otherwise. Zaemam is someone I've been close to for a long time, someone who moves through the world by checking the ground first, wanting steadiness before the next step. Oraezal is someone carrying real weight at home right now - a person there who is struggling, and she doesn't know how to reach them. Neither letter arrived in the form I was expecting.