outside there is a mile thick circumference of wood slats and stucco. i smell dirt and pomegranate. we camp just outside the debris. in the morning, the desert unlocks and lets us in, and ahead we see people rising from below the foundation.
About the author:
Joshua Young is the author of When the Wolves Quit: A Play-in-Verse (Gold Wake Press), To the Chapel of Light (Mud Luscious Press), and the forthcoming collaboration with Chas Hoppe (Gold Wake Press 2013). He teaches writing at Columbia College Chicago where he also studies poetry in the MFA Program. He lives
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The boys have stopped running, but walk backwards as fast as they can, keeping an eye on the crest of the hill. They reach the next intersection and start jogging towards town, to where they left their car. Both boys have a slick clear-purplish sheen covering their hands, as if they’d dipped their hands in laminate. The tall boy wipes his hands on his pants, says, “Does this stuff ever come off?” The other boy, the skinny one, says he doesn’t know. He doesn’t really listen, and keeps looking over his shoulder. He thinks about what he’s gonna
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