thorough’s a word that would
work, or complete my
guts of you. us filling the
other. changing unforeseen but
long range plans scrawled in
short order to stay at the
party without a swallowed
breath of gorgeous
hesitation grilled to skin-
splitting perfection.
two thousand years in two
months – before on a Q, a
future deck in between, a yard
swarmed by tiny dogs & sweet-
toothed superheroes, held
in place by the latest, tallest
fence, ad infinitum.
cavities clogged with tacky-
stale marshmallow crème.

Stephen Ground

Stephen Ground is a writer, poet, filmmaker, and picture-taker wandering Winnipeg, Manitoba. His fiction has featured in journals like Lost BalloonSoft Cartel, and Bending Genres, and his flash “July First and Last” was selected for Best Small Fictions (2021) after appearing first in Orca Lit. Find more at