Remnants II

The night the meteor fell, we wrapped ourselves in blankets. The parking lot below us rode cold; we rolled around on it, listening to Tori Amos and watching the sky fall.

The world loomed so large then, but I thought the whole of it was right there. Later, we'd sprawl: local maps stretching into distant cartographies.

[You asked if I could her you silently screaming from a hill. I can now.]