It was the end result of many things, it was the end result of not much at all. A tangle is an incomprehensible series of events which result in something barbed and precarious, a tangle in an inconvenience but not worth sobbing for, a tangle is accident and insurmountable some day. A tangle is the chaos from one point to another.

Pinching myself, I revel in disbelief. Pinching myself. Forlorn bus seats, one empty, one empty. The fabric is too gauche, it smells damp, it smells like piss. I was surprised at my own distaste. I weave my fingers into his hair, a fibre, and then two fibres woven as my fingers turn stringy, straw like, long and wiry, tangled. It was beautiful, it was inconsequential, it happened and it did not. She feels bad for the animals left after the hurricane to drown. She speaks about it over a large glass of house white.