Two teenagers wait for the night bus
dreaming magenta possibilities.
The bus is named for lodgepole pine. When they board, the teenagers surrender their wrists to another layer of wax, so that their possibilities will self-seed. There is always a next forest fire: they do not forget this as much as tell the thoughts of fire to take a seat in the back, to get off their feet.
The teenagers open the windows to clear the smok…
