Night Porch

We are outside on the 3rd floor porch munching carrots in the dark. There are no bugs and a cool breeze.

We are sitting on the metal folding chairs. Chairs I found years ago rusted and pistachio-colored in the trash behind a school. In college I painted faces on them with red enamel.

My husband is reading politics and I am reading poetry. The screens light up our faces. A string of clear bulbs snakes out of the window to illuminate our feet.