Red rock turns to volcano stone, tumbleweed turns to yucca, the mountains flatten into one long desert into infinity. There's a marker where the Trinity testing took place, quietly recording horrific history into the centuries. You pull off the highway to a road with no markers, asphalt leading to gravel leading to dust before you make a final turn.
A turqouise double wide trailer rests in the expanse. All is silent. He calls to tell you the fridge is broken but there's a spare in the back barn, that there are no keys because there's nothing to lock up, that you can make yourself at home because no one else should be around. The wind blows the door open in minutes. a giant spider makes itself at home near eye level outside the bedroom. You feel at peace.
For a short moment, everything is still and waiting, everything is breath held and calm. There's a moment just before you begin to eat the honey that is better than when you do,
but you don't know what it's called.
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