Kristina Marie Darling & John Gallaher
DANCE OF THE WHITE BUFFALO




There’s an inconclusiveness to this dinner that’s exciting. It’s the struggle that matters, even if and when you fail to arrive at a better dinner. The police arrive. The house was bugged and it’s the green light they needed. So there’s an inconclusiveness to jumping the fences that’s exciting. It’s the struggle that matters, even if and when you fail to arrive at a better fence. The yard was bugged. The police arrive. There’s an inconclusiveness to the age of reason that’s exciting. It’s the struggle that matters, even if and when you fail to arrive at a better age of reason. The age was bugged. It was the green light they needed. And you may call it drawing blood with markers and paper, as during the drought, we painted the yard green. The police arrive. There’s an inconclusiveness to the water we’ve been walking on that’s exciting. It’s the green light they needed.




A BETTER AGE OF REASON




Cue the mourning doves and cathedral spires, a high white room and the same woman's voice stuttering from the lectern.


Before the conference even started, we'd gotten into an argument. Because there are other things that were exciting about the dinner party. No, not your lengthy defense of the lyric, or your friend's various opinions on enjambment. What was really significant, I mean significant, was the way I'd jumped the fence to get there. You were frustrated by this, and at first, I couldn't understand why the other guests were leaving.


It was a few days before I realized you were right about everything. The breach of etiquette, the newly articulated boundaries. But when I turned to tell you, the lecture hall was empty, and you'd left your phone behind on the desk.





John Gallaher & Kristina Marie Darling were born in Portland and Tulsa. Their collaborations appear in OmniVerse, Requited, diode, and elsewhere. They currently live and write in rural Missouri while also taking frequent trips on the bullet train from Paris to Agen.