Discoveries of a Future With You, My Love

by Sarah Marquez

My hands reaching towards you–

the first small gesture I make.


We are standing by your truck,

meeting for the fifth time.


How long you waited for this

doesn’t matter to the red-hot day,


temperature climbing,

or the fruit beetle, searching


for a good place to land and rest

tired wings. All the old ways


did us no good. Taking it slow,

repeating we’re just friends,


in each other’s ears, keeping

from everyone the secret


that we’ve kissed,

in a way that turns you on


and gives me butterflies.

On the thirty-minute drive


to your house, I see the future

two months from now: ash falling


from September sky, acres and acres

of wild brush burning


along the San Gabriel Mountains,

no relief coming except you


alone, in the water truck.

I am stuck at home, standing


in a dream, learning the distance

between us is a tangle of red flames


on the incidents map,

open on my phone screen.


I am not ready to inherit

this discovery of parting,


like the promise I made

under flashing stars,


to breathe in deep,

the smoke rolling away


from the skin of your hands,

reaching back.

Sarah Marquez (she/her) is an MFA student at Lindenwood University. She is based in Los Angeles and has work published and forthcoming in various magazines and journals, including Human/Kind Press, Kissing Dynamite, Salamander, The Hellebore, The New Southern Fugitives and Twist in Time Magazine. When not writing, she can be found reading for Random Sample Review, sipping coffee, or tweeting @Sarahmarissa338.


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