An entire nap of dissolving daylight. The smell of eucalyptus and spice tea inside the bedroom. Outside ash-frosted windows, the leaves smell of browning. Scavenging ingredients from a burnt-out convenience store. The quiet clinking of meal preparation for two. Hands guided by a crippled voice of affection. The horizon blackens early. Hundreds of miles away, the sky lights again for a moment in the shape of a sphere-haloed mushroom. Smaller explosions, closer to us. Unperturbed and full, we fall asleep quickly. Holding each other in the streaming light of a radioactive moon.
4:36 p.m. - 2020-11-04
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