Leaping

Down/ down/ down the bed sank, crashing through the wooden floor. There she lay, naked in chalked grass. A tractor appeared from the trees, rolling over the field to meet her. Cowboy drove. They took a tour of the place: the gas station, the ice cream parlor, the insurance corp. He spoke Chinese and she didn’t understand but he smelled nice, like ripe oranges. They stopped in front of a church. It was gray and crumbling and offered SPAGHETTI SOCIALS on Tuesday nights. They alighted to the ground just as the neon sign switched on: REVELATION IS HERE.