“November 12,” by Valerie Witte (forthcoming in issue 22)

She was looking for a place that could hold a body ~ to pinpoint

that moment of recession ~ the solace of declining, to say nothing

of denial ~ he said there was room for two and what he wanted,

application of flame to a body ~ she didn’t like sharing with

another ~ we all have a comfort level ~ a murmur a minimum of

one chamber to enter before passing through ~ she needed a lot of

water, to vaporize ~ because she was empty ~ what can be burned

off; we all have a reason to eliminate ~ because it was open, an exit

flue ~ she didn’t like being put under, away ~ at minimum, one to

incinerate ~ because it was empty ~ because it was open.