|The air is hot, it whispers, it has lips.
It whispers like good news...THREE BEERS ARE COLD.
She lumbers for one more. "Goddammit, where'd she go?"
he thinks, but turns and thinks, "Oh, THERE she is."
He's siting by her on the floor with lime-
he knows where she is. She sees him. It's summer,
my teeth I think about Wisconsin," she nods.
|Thomas Yuill is from northern Texas, though he now resides in Boston, Mass., where he teaches literature and creative writing at Boston University. He came there by way of Norfolk, Virginia, where received a Master of Fine Arts in Creative Writing. He has given numerous readings and published widely.|