Her Name is Juniper and At Some Point I Married Her
By Williamlee
[Unfinished]
Her name is Juniper
and she is made of clear
glass surrounded by
frosted glass.
I met her in a train
station in Japan waiting
for the Seven
Thirty. I caught
her hiding in a vending
machine. I was sixteen
and confused (as all
sixteen year olds are). I
awoke leaning against the
wall of my apartment staring
at Juniper's emptiness.
I've been married to
Juniper. I don't remember
how long for. I do remember
picking her up outside the bar
last night. She's still on my floor.
Empty until the bar.
This is the happiest
marriage I've ever
been suckered into.