“Flashing”
words by nadA
photograph by lynn spinnato

some where between
what you said and what I said back
it all shifted
sarcasm, always your aide-de-camp
rolled in
it did not pay a toll
and I went straight to your jail
not stopping at go
not collecting $200
hazy afternoons
and sharp memories
make for strange bedfellows
and make-up sex
with ghosts