Kevin Prufer

A good way to fall in love is to turn off the headlights and drive very fast down dark roads. Another way to fall in love is to say they are only mints and swallow them with a strong drink. Then it is autumn in the body. Your hands are cold. Then it is winter and we are still at war. The gold-haired girl is singing into your ear about how we live in a beautiful country. Snow sifts from the clouds into your drink. It doesn’t matter about the war. A good way to fall in love is to close up the garage and turn the engine on, then down you’ll fall through lovely mists as a body might fall early one morning from a high window into love. Love, the broken glass. Love, the scissors and the water basin. A good way to fall is with a rope to catch you. A good way is with something to drink to help you march forward. The gold-haired girl says,

Do you know where our child has gone? I’m sorry. Do you know what has become of him?I’m sorry.[        .] Is he hiding in a closet?No. Is he crouched among the shoes?No.[        .] Should we look in the closets?He’s not in the closets.[        .] Should we check the empty boxes?He’s not in the empty boxes.