, , ,

he knows a doom that is wrapped in

yellow felt and dipped in

a green and orange river.  The

chocolate eyebrows, the cheap tacos,

the technological advances.  “She tells

him to leave his jacket and to keep marching, but

he complains that

he has yet to find his voice and

the children listening complain about-”

Numbers.  articles.  the breeze in

a wet winter.  the smell of a grandmas

shop.  the light inside of

the campfire.  he asks her where

the end has moved to, but she gives a

pretend answer and the two get lost

and perish.