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A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Founder & General Editor
Volume 7, Number 1, March 2013


Cherie Hunter Day
Cupertino, California, U.S.A.

Double Feature

After the double feature in the Hauck Auditorium my roommate and I leave by the side door to avoid the exodus through the student center. We aren't ready to study, so we hang out on the steps between two lion statues. Each lion has one front paw resting on a cement-colored ball—their nubby claws slightly extended. Both mouths are frozen open in a half-hearted snarl that looks more like a yawn as if anything more ferocious might scare the co-eds studying in the library next door. We brush the snow from our lions' backs and break off the icicles lengthening their stone incisors. Our breaths turn to smoke coming from our lions' mouths and our knit scarves double as lion halters. We pose as captains of lion ships as we adjust our spyglasses and scan the horizon for pirates. We shield our eyes from the imaginary sun. Then we are mimes trapped inside boxes with our lions. The students and faculty continue to file out; some slow down and stare at us. Others avoid the icy central staircase altogether as they hurry off into the night. I get her to laugh and then we both can't stop laughing.

another fight
with her boyfriend—the breakup
just to make up
testing how durable
this love can be



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