I'm in love with the rain, the flood only takes

// now knowing how to think, i scream aloud, begin to sink
my legs and arms are broken down with envy for the solid ground //

“Yeah.” He says unceremoniously as he watches from the corner of his eye the way her cigarette falls to the slats below. The smudge of ash from where it hit is left behind like a dark mark on the story he gives her the cliffnotes to, but he sinks back in the swing and lets one leg start to move the swing ever so slightly when it’s clear she doesn’t seem to care about the cigarette itself. His other foot, though, scoots back enough to smoosh the cigarette until it’s out.

He snorts at her comment as he works to light his own cigarette, finally relaxing once he takes the inhale of the nicotine, letting the smoke curl around his nose as he exhales it. “I’ll share. I’ll take the club on Tuesdays and Thursdays. You can have it the rest of the time.” He looks over at her with a wink. “For fairness and all that.” The smoke trail from his cigarette moves with the casual wobble of the swing as she plucks the bacon from the tray and tells him he can sit for as long as he likes, his chin dipping slightly in gratitude.

As for the question regarding the bacon, Sunjata flicks some ash from the tip of his cigarette and nods, reaching over to take one and chews on it. “Thanks.” He says, though it’s unclear whether or not its about the bacon or if it’s about the fact he can just sit here and smoke and sit with come amount of company - a whole hell of a lot more company than he's got otherwise.

// i'm reaching for the life within me, how can one man stop his ending?
i thought of just your face, relaxed, and floated into space //

SUNJATA