by Abigail Chang

“Loving to see you!”
someone shouts
and I am stunned, who are they talking to
but when I turn around
all I see is a hill
curving downwards
in the most gentle way possible
and in the distance
a girl dancing, falling off a mountaintop
her hair feathering as she divides in two

Abigail Chang is a writer based in Taipei, Taiwan. Her work appears or is forthcoming in The Cortland Review, Gone Lawn, Gulf Stream, Parentheses Journal and elsewhere. Find her at Twitter & Instagram @honeybutterball