THE NEW SMOKER

The wind took them out, and when the sun finally cracked over the horizon and settled the frenzied air, and Linkin landed face up into the blue, the two lightly landed to the ground and fell asleep chest to chest, forehead to forehead, eye to eye, consoled for the longest sleep of their en-

tire lives. When they awoke, beneath them the length and width of their bodies together, soft as baby’s hair and a little damp, a touch itchy, but fresh, of a smell they did not know, of a name they did not know, and of a world that was their past and was to come was a patch of Green.

Oh, did they sleep.

For Courtney. 2016

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