The building crowned by tangerine light, warmth like the sun juiced out. A brushing shoulder, a moment shared between staying and going.
Our hands at the table, cutting at food. Pomegranate wall paint with seaweed trim. The walls swallow like an ocean might: first gently, then insatiably.
A shimmering grayness, stretching out to greet the nightfall. Rain halos our faces, so we honor the rain—a re-enactment of being shipwrecked, the sinking ship lingering on the horizon, an ominous promise. Abandonment is an unspoken syllable that sours the tongue.
Iggy Oddity is the Editor in Chief of Cinema in Paradise.