Fingertips over record grooves, mapping out textures of notes, committing to sense memory the teeth of guitars, or the fire-flicker of vibrato. We imagine the faint smell of cigarettes on his breath and sing along in an overwarm bedroom, wondering if he looks down and could like what he hears.
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In the end, she takes the plant. The room feels so full of ghosts, arguments had, hands on her cheeks. Demanding, who could love you this much? Who?
A one way ticket burns her wallet. Don’t worry, she soothes glossy leaves. There are other shelves for you, in other rooms.
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We’ve learned ways to deal with them: don’t go out when the sun sets. If you have to, stay under cover. Umbrellas, blankets. Move quickly; keep your head down. Do not look at the sky.
Once, Peter looked up and found the sky looking back. He doesn’t speak much anymore.
Riley Montag is a Colorado-based trickster that’s usually up to Trouble, but not generally up to No Good. Follow Riley at @RileyAMontag.
“Sorry we didn’t come back earlier.”
July warmth, salt, sunshine- flooding into the car that parks in the seam of pavement and beach. Birds laughing distant. Sunscreen uncapping, close. Sand’s likely too hot to walk on barefoot.
“Better late than never, huh?” she says.
The urn beside her says nothing.
Riley Montag is a Colorado-based trickster that’s usually up to Trouble, but not generally up to No Good. Follow Riley at @RileyAMontag.