When my foot falls asleep I recall that the body won’t evince itself or mist its limbs with feeling more often, only when it needs to tell me to get up and move along. Last night a spindly old man told me about the etymology of a word, an insight so luminous it made me stir and realize I must have already known it in order to dream that I learned it. But like Ishmael, why say more? Leak awakens knowledge of lack and now I’m staring at the drip from the kitchen sink wondering if all the oceans are peering down the spout, holding back.
— Lauren Dominguez Chan is a junior in Grace Hopper College.