i like an unmade bed, he said. recoiling back instinctually. you’re something of a shock to my system, she offered. they’d both admitted it was true. neither looked away. a wave washed away the farm, he told her. continuing on about his childhood and the elemental moments which brought him here today. into this auditorium of christmas lights and words hanging in the air. showy and elegant, she was. invisible to the naked eye. spinning out spires as far as they could both see. and they knew, because they scanned the horizon in all possible directions. little white horses rode down them. spiraling spiraling down the ridges and crests and armrests. it was all over in a heartbeat jump off moment. i’m growing old, she told him. i’m about to enter another fugue state. bach could do no better, he gestured broadly. indicating the cathedral they now stood in. it was a long ways to go just for effect but it was worth it. it was worth all the time spent together dangling in a pit of snakes and fire. from an extension cord which connected the television in the cave upstairs to the mini-fridge in the basement of hell below. show me something important, she said. he stopped, stooped. reached out his palm over a plant withering there in obscurity. the plant glowed and spoke to her then. in words only she’d ever understand. and which she would take to her grave one day. one day perhaps soon. i think i get it now, his eyes flashed. what they were all saying that day in the grocery store. when you wild hair and eyes shot out like streamers and all the fruits and vegetables jumped into the air and started singing. i get it now. thank you.
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