My Cardboard Balcony

Riveting by Belinda Roddie   riveting spectacle can only be riveting when two lights shine above downtown and spin around each other like fireflies in a mating dance the way the whipped cream melts in your cocoa is similar to the swirling that duplicates across a two thousand mile radius across the country sky from tiny doughnut shops to bloated yachts snoring by the bay side there are rainbows pivoting like pinwheels stars rotating on an endless axis before dissolving into the Milky Way very, very white

Sparkling apple cider was set in front of me at the counter, and I caught Cecilia's reflection in the flute glass. She was standing in the corner, talking to Marshall. Her eyes kept wandering. I took a long sip and shuddered in the sweetness. If I stayed long enough, maybe she would notice me.