We sit, saying nothing, for the steel tube holds our words, arguments, shattered beliefs, and deferred dreams. It cradles my resentment, deftly conceals your ambition to leave, an entity apart; this concrete, chemical city disappeared from memory. Our faces

Gift shop visor slumps in solitude on a dresser drawer. A booze fueled purchase picked from the rack with irony attached to the tag. Remnant, neon-blue light stored from all energy draining Vegas casinos still lingers on this dust-laden