1.5.19
Paralyzed by the infidelity beyond the horizon of the invitation she stood frozen in the rigid crease of his arm, half of her still outside him, and suddenly she became aware of the droplets of sweat pressed into her side.
1.5.18
“Hello, please come in,” Mo recited to her, a spoken word, cradling the small of her back, fanning the paintbrush of his lips across her powdered cheek.
Trying out magic
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1.5.17
Evelyn traversed the desert in between them, the concrete sidewalk dry and the hot Colorado sun careless, elbows at her sides and hands out, askew, clutch strung from her shoulder.
1.5.16
“Hello,” she said across the roof to the door, leaning back in to fiddle her keys from the ignition cylinder and slip them askew like a poker hand of twos and sevens into the tight outside pocket of her purse.
Nymano | Mirage
There is a hotel you can’t see unless you reserve a room and close your eyes. You spill down the wire, every rush a waterfall. I’ve come to the lobby once before. The lighting is a little bright. You see nothing until your eyes adjust by closing. My feet followed the mirage from a wire
1.5.15
Moses waited on the stoop watching the compact cars spill down the suburban lane onto the state road.