light slivers appear in the S.U. as the quad falls into shadow and they let the cigarette smoke play lightly in the air. across the room, a fog machine slouches into her plush corner, the sun illuminating her fingertips and a few strands of hair that kink to the left. the floor sinks with every footstep, like the downward pull on crumbling coals. i try to orchestrate something for every point on the map; mail began to come today and i became indebted, inspired, happy again. they finally installed a paper towel dispenser and now it groans through our wall all morning. stephen smokes from the trusty test tube and the lanterns turn towards their hexagon night selves; there is a trifecta here and we use our bones as exposé. if i knew more of limbs and sinew, i could learn what more we have in common.
a dark chocolate lab with a torn and teal stuffed bull in its jaws trots by me. people move to suit the sunlight, and i am searching too – florida warmth comes to me most dimensionally. aquarium glow at the corner table between the seafood bar and the plate glass windows, the pull of wool on sunburn as doors open seaward, the negative space at sunrise of suitcase shadows on the whitewash concrete. i don’t even like the place.
