—WHO LEFT ALL THOSE JOKERS IN THE DECK?

 

 

What a Single Second Costs These Days

  

The seatbelt’s broken, so we’re driving on two wheels, Kitty-Wampus, when we shouldn’t. 

Shouldn’t even be living like this. 

How those markers flew through the window again is anyone’s guess. 

But it’s a long road, after all, though they’re gonna tell you it’s not—especially the I-90 scar that stitches from Bozeman, now to nowhere, past a child’s headstone.

See? That suture never heals right, a crooked Z on the iris, only ever-scabbed over, encrusted and heavy. 

Just another thing we never needed, like Lilah in the bath when one of

 us took our eye off the wheel for a single second.