By Your Side: "Sunbathe Babe"

            Pity Kirk who squats on the rustic fire escape three stories above the snow.

            Between puffs of his Marlboro he’s thinking of everything they had. What he should have now and where he ought to be.

            Fingers are cold and stiff, without the touch of tanning oil smelling of coconuts.

            Kirk flicks the cigarette down to the street in hopes that the snow melts and everything with it. He wishes somehow for the melted pool to be wide and shallow enough to run across back to her on the poolside.