My one true love grew up to sell real estate in one of the worst corners of the world. I imagine her moving through a succession of abandoned buildings under a red sky. I imagine her stumbling into a tiger pit and me, tossing her a rope of braided vines. I imagine rescuing her from a ravenous wolverine and her cradling my torn body. I imagine turning into a tree and her chopping me down, building a house, and living inside me forever.
Inside the old barn are two old barns. Inside those two barns are unincorporated municipalities without legal status and a small airport where the occasional demagogue flies in and lies and a dog barks through the night. Inside the night kids draw up plans for a catapult. The payload is a tackle box. Inside the tackle box is a snowball fight and inside the snow it is very quiet and there are many fawns, all very still, awaiting their mothers’ return.
Brad Liening is the author of Deep State Come Shining (Publication Studio Hudson). He lives in Minneapolis and at bradliening.blogspot.com.