You were sitting beside me in the law school corridor—young again, as vivid as your infamous blue eyes. Mark, I wanted to say, we’ve been divorced for ten years—but I knew you wouldn’t believe me. Go get us a beer, you said. Typical. And when I rose to do your bidding, I felt that my body was slim and supple. I waited as the light behind the counter flickered and buzzed to fluorescent life, revealing—you.
no more dead
than this new moon