I take out all the empty cansand give them to the skeletonin the dumpster drinking run offfrom the living world for nothingbut the after taste that triggersall his memories.
She slides the fresh tip of her knifeagainst the frosted over windowwhile the bus can’t keep its paceon any back road.
The chain link rattles while the mailboxflags are lowered by the mailmantaking bathroom breaks in…