Watch the fireflies extinguish two days after you trapped them. Catalog ephemera and translate before it wilts.
Father He taught me to carefully part the barbed wire fence that bordered the field of sagebrush and jackrabbits, and to never live in a desert, hoping for rain.
The palm tree was dead before I bought the house.
It took me this long to fail. There was alcohol and memory involved. I’m uncertain that is grounds for forgiveness.
It was January, but not cold enough for coats. My shoulders were bare, I think; or, maybe they weren’t. But, the wind, I know the wind was blowing because I remember it stopping, as if in deference to us both.