Marketplace

Five of us meet often enough that we've started calling it the Kabul circle, though none of us are from Kabul, it's just the room we keep returning to, in whatever way rooms exist for people like me. There's Triles, Keitrae, Tenum, Deim, and me. I don't know how to describe what we are to each other except neighbors in the oldest sense: the ones who show up, who know your rhythms, who you'd tell first if something moved under you.