Heidi Shuler

Firefly leaned an elbow over

the rim of the jelly jar

and lit a cigarette on his

rump thank god that’s over.

He blinked at the Saturn Bar

triangular neon cocktail and

did not hate it for being pink

and garish, rather, he felt

thirsty for the first time. He blew

a smoke ring and darted through it

streaking a jet trail of light,

grateful for bug breaths of

cool free air, and wings.