eventide raze "look at the sky right now," she said. she ran outside in socks and no shoes, chasing the prelude to civil twilight in her own backyard. on the other side of the longest international border in the world, he slid his feet into a scuffed pair of slippers and crept over the cracks in his driveway. he saw what was left of the sun, slung low in the sea above his head. she was there in the blushing band of violet that flooded his night with something more than light. the airspace, heavy with cloud cover, framed her face with chimneys and trees and distant power lines, and as the shoreline shrank, she grew. 220412 what's it to you? who go blather from