It was so quiet it sounded like being underwater and I snapped my fingers to test my ears. I felt the ocean on the other side of the hill.
Art By Motel Gemini
Writing by Matt Bechtold
You are a dead star in Terlingua
The dead felt close and the bugs sounded like distant conversation. There was a line of calcite crystal in the exposed bedrock of the front yard. I think that’s why we slept so well.
I was an igneous rock and I looked at the card and told it to tell me its name and what to do.
It was so quiet it sounded like being underwater and I snapped my fingers to test my ears. I felt the ocean on the other side of the hill.
I got my shit out of her trailer because I’m an ass wipe, and lazed off sniffing the air with my momma and brothers.
I am perfect for my own reality.
About The Artist
Motel Gemini is mysterious, but you’ll get to know them throughout this Wild West issue as they ride with us from start to finish.
About The Author
Matt Bechtold lives and writes in Los Angeles.
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