The Opiate, Summer Vol. 14
No School Steve Denehan All the schools were closed except one I was woken beautifully by her singing A little bird in her room This day, a gift that we unwrapped together our frenzied running to the car to escape the lava we made it, just our car ride a symphony of awful singing The grocery shop was open for us alone in earnest we looked for the perfect orange the lemoniest lemon and eventually we found them Her laughing echoed in the cavernous toy shop With a little of her savings she bought a notebook to keep her secret thoughts Entering the cinema foyer she tugged at my sleeve I looked down “What’s wrong?” a teary smile “Happy tears.”
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We sat in darkness alone not alone the rustle of papers the slurp of drinks the light from her eyes
