The Lonely Hearts Club

Wear Your Club Tee Shirt, and Don't Be Late for the Barbecue This Time

I once supported someone through their abortion with lots of long walk-and-talks, hair-braiding and hand-holding, and sourcing remedies for both pain and panic. They kept saying, I’m so alone. I have nobody. This was the refrain even after the car rides together, the hours-long text threads, the hours spent with myself and the clinic staff, the interpreter, the midwife, the friend who sent them memes and I love yous throughout.

Last week I found myself at a crowded backyard party. I didn’t arrive nor leave the gathering alone. I didn’t stand awkwardly on the periphery at any point. I was fully immersed in conversation, with different kind and lovely people, for the entire evening.

And yet.

Hannah Kozak