Friends of Gabriel Chantayan

((sis)) the sky went that deep apricot-gold around 7:30, the kind where the whole yard looks like it's held in amber and you can't tell if it's a memory or a prophecy or just the marine layer doing its thing. dad was out there burning patties on the weber and i was just staring west thinking about the Euclid cover - that specific orange that's not sun and not sunset but something BETWEEN, like the color of a held breath

((bro)) the burgers were carbon and the light was pretty i guess but it made the smoke from the grill look like a signal flare if gabriel appeared in my backyard framed in that light holding a spatula i'd say amen and ask for medium rare