Having done seemingly nothing I emerge from my cave licking my wounds in the sun stretching my limbs and finding the time to let my eyes adjust again to the light I’ve been moving like an urchin but I feel like a king.
Never have I been so low, she says touching her hot ironed curls in a gold framed mirror, rusted a gift from her father’s mother, Never will I be so low again.
Your blanket is on my floor ten years later I pick it up and fold it over the bed we’ve been sleeping in I hear you grind the coffee and press it tightly into espresso I smile at how we’ve made up for lost time
You can’t park here his gray dentures drop from his gums by a flick of tongue he gathers his spit & delivers a hard one onto the empty parking lot asphalt.
Did they make up sacrificial virgins so that girls would be more inclined to give it up?
Looking for something longer?