A Little Bit

Last-forever love and stale beer cramped her gut as music raged and stupid girls romped on shitty cracked concrete. He tore at the notes alone under blue lights on fire, crazy and ripping up a song.

She's a stone behind cigarette smoke weaving What Ifs like shiny gods, thinking, he is there and she is there and maybe the night is magic. The unknown could yawn on its hinges, granting wishes at closing time.

She breaks another $20 for a beer and picks at him, stuck in her mind.