Sitting in an uncomfortable
metal chair on the warm patio in Old Town, I yawn and my lower
back twinges, squirting neurotransmitters
to the tip of my toes. Water cascades over the fountain's
five tiers, bubbling, bursting, recycling up. Nothing
As I walked
into the night I noticed the
moon was gone. How empty the sky looks without it!
silence between us where I stood rooted
my feet, then turned on my heels and stared back. All at once a cave
craggy slope behind me howled... with the Grotesque also crowding
something too painful to discuss was hidden.
we've been through so much dying together, my hand still feels
alive in yours.