Dusk

A sunset is a type of prank.

All day you keep your eye on the horizon. A certain decoy takes it away. Your family member, for instance, or a puppet. When you’re done dallying the day’s throat’s been cut over the water.

People talk about Respect. They make you not take pictures. You tell them Death is photogenic. If you weren’t lying you’d have done a photoshoot with the red smear that happened after you smacked your forearm, or lying down next to a bird who’s no longer a bird, who thought your house was more sky.

- Henry Koskoff