Leah

Love. Go ahead and define it.

I’m imagining Rob in his big glasses, sitting with his hands on his lap. The critters are milling around. The newest one, the new life kitten Leah got, is talking non stop.

It’s so completely changed now.

The fields will be walked alone. The beer will be bitterer. The music will be louder still.

On the silo of stars, maybe he will paint the biggest star, the Leah star.

Maybe he will walk the rooms.

Maybe he will shout, “It’s unfair to tear such a big hole in a man.”

Then, maybe, he will curl in upon himself.

And after, when his body is empty and dry, the answer will come softly and graciously.

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