She shoots a rope of sun lotion on his back and he misses her pause, her pause when the years reverse. Echoes in her hand find the shape, the shape his father left behind. The same broad map, broad map her nails once traced, her tongue defined. Ghost canyon now, how it burns how it burns how she shifts, moves, and turns, hiding from her son what he’s done… what returns.
James Daniello Jr is an artist and writer based in Palm Springs, California, where he lives with his husband. He is at work on a novel.