[just another broken machine washed up on the wharf when the water went back down]

Between speaking on the magic of the sun and how it’s often abused she asked to borrow my lighter. So I gave her a box of matches, told her to keep it I have more. After her 3 tries I lit her cigarette for her watching her hands tremble her fingers red fingernails chewed down below the quick then

stop relieved as she took a drag then closed her eyes … like remembering what it is to be human.