At the police station you approach me like a worried deer, unsteady in the stilettos I suspect you also stole. We embrace, finding the familiar mesh of our chests. In the car you swear it’s over. And when I say, “It is,” you laugh, thinking I’m kidding.
Len Kuntz is a writer from Washington State, USA. His work appears widely in print and online. He’s also an editor at the online lit journal Metazen. You can find him at http://lenkuntz.blogspot.com.