They Moved Through the City Like This for Some Time & Through Each Other

Carolina Ebeid

They would talk about the war & where they thought a golden age should lie, behind them or in front of them. They liked the handmade pistachio ice cream at the pizza shop. She told him what lumbers behind her eyes, something like a husband waving, something like a houseboat on fire. Around dusk she gets uneasy & that’s because she sides with the diurnal animals. She thinks of day meeting night as a feud, or as an ancient game where day hands over to night a baton & night keeps running.

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