Marco Sparks

Q: What is their love made of?

A: Lines from old movies. Song lyrics. Looks, like the way that Bogart and Bacall looked at each other. That joke they share, that they wouldn’t dare utter in front of others. Astute observations. Bones, strange animals. Heat, the kind that burns. This moment, the one before it. Liking each other, and being alike. Puzzles. Words that fly over other’s heads. Inside references, made in front of others, their cultivated confusion, the kind they say “Fuck ‘em” about. Their cat.

Q: What is their love not made of?

A: Anything that will last.

Marco Sparks is a writer living in California.

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