The Pin
dawn corrigan
A woman meets a man dressed as the sky: pale blue suit, yellow tie.
She thinks of love, which makes her blush, but he just speaks of how the land around them grew into its shape, of the bland meals he makes for himself to eat alone in his room.
She wants to give him the very ugly pin she found once in the street. She'd brought it home and placed it in a silk-lined box.
She wants to pin it to his cotton shirt, though if she did her hand might slip and make, against the sky, red fireworks.
She wonders which of them will be eaten up first, whether he'll accept her gift.
While she waits for his response, something makes her irritable and hot.