Haibun Today
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A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Editor
Volume 5, Number 2, June 2011



Lucas Stensland
Minneapolis, Minnesota, USA

 

Cedar Falls

I take the last drag of my cigarette and flick it in the puddle in front of the room.

"You shouldn't litter," she says.

"They shoulda put an ashtray there."

The place is so outdated it still uses keys. Inside we breathe its musty air and avoid eye contact. It looks as old as it probably is.

I can tell she has something on her mind, something she needs me to know. Going back to the car, I pop the trunk and grab a Styrofoam cooler full of Budweiser and bags of melting ice. After setting it in the corner and cracking open two, I find that she's undressed, laying beneath a rough, faded-green sheet.

"This trip was a mistake, you know."

"Shut up," she says. "And come here."

the only time
we really speak
seesaw

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