coarse black hair like downtrodden gravel she is wearing a threadbare designer leather jacket it pronounces her shoulders like sharp plosives as we discuss the merits of cities versus towns you are my city girl my monolith standing tall outside of an emotive bunker dialogue is never inane which is why this has an unwieldy spirit like an atlas stone i shiver when i think she shivers but the timid cold is not anathema to her we sit arms crossed ready to be exposed
ARI ROBINSON is a contributor to Sagebrush XVII.
Cover Art: Ateljéinteriör, Sigrid Hjertén, 1916, Oil on canvas (via the Wikimedia Foundation).