October 18, 2011


The gate was open. Down the hill a canal. The soft edges of the end of the day. By the time I returned, I knew they were looking for me. She took her turn. He was still out. When he saw me, he beat me in front of her. We had an agreement. If you let this happen again, I’ll finish it. Then he held me and said it was love.


  1. Sheila Ryan on October 18th, 2011 at 10:33 am


  2. Rick Neece on October 18th, 2011 at 1:58 pm