Issue 14
Altitude Sickness

I said I was not convinced the mountains
    on the way from the airport were real.

This might have been during lunch, the sandwiches
    making us sad. What

did I have to drink? Probably water,
    anything bland.

You spoke about your past loves, making each bite
    of your sandwich an exclamation point.

Across the table your body tense with some
    sharp song. Blade

through backbone. You couldn’t
    sit still. Did I want to make a moment of this?

After lunch, the sidewalk loud.
    I lost you in the crowd.