The sun shifts; the air relaxes.
She drifts backward, already bored.
“Okay,” she says, “you’re fading.”
You want to argue but can’t find the edges.
The oasis stays. The water stays. She stays.
Next time, she’ll probably see someone else.










The sun shifts; the air relaxes.
She drifts backward, already bored.
“Okay,” she says, “you’re fading.”
You want to argue but can’t find the edges.
The oasis stays. The water stays. She stays.
Next time, she’ll probably see someone else.









