This house is breathing its warm breath. That’s why we live here. It’s symbiotic. We entertain it, provide it with life, and it breathes its warm breath in the winter and shelters us from thunderstorms in the summer. We laugh with this house. We love this house. It loves us back, as it’s done for decades. We won’t be here forever, however, but it does not know this. Like a dog, this house does not know time. Everything is always. Everything is all at once. Nothing starts and nothing stops. That means it has no trouble moving on from one guest to the next. It transitions well. It will be okay, this house. It will keep breathing its spell.
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Sage Pantony is a queer and non-binary writer and zinester. They primarily write creative non-fiction, poetry, and semi-fiction. Their work covers a variety of topics such as gender, sexuality, mental health, trauma, spirituality, and creativity. They are the author of a zine trilogy about transitioning and a couple of chapbooks. Their work has appeared in several small publications over the years and they self-publish to their blog. View all posts by Sage Pantony