1/22/12

Field Trip
By Ethan Renoe


It is for fear that the other may evaporate in your absence that you delay bidding goodnight to a loved one. It is the reason time becomes light and travels as such when that person is near, and yet, in the midst of it, you cannot seem to soak in enough of the other's presence to be satisfied for some time.
They are your water; your oxygen.
Bleeding becomes trivial if they are not red.
Molly, it would be nice to have you on the other side of my skull, but since you're in there, make yourself at home.
Fix some supper and call me Captain.
And please, Darlin', don't evaporate.


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