Ian Cibula is a product of many childhood moves, an active imagination and Montreal's Concordia University. He currently makes his living playing video games and spends his writing hours trying to engage and capture realities and flights of fancy. His work has previously appeared in Shot Glass Journal and The Fib Review.
We didn't want to end up entangled, at least she didn't
but it's so easy when the brown paper bag slips from lip to lip.
At first we blew kisses, then we became them –
illicit as the mice that scattered when we broke in,
sticky as the webs we brushed aside,
warm as summer earth between our toes.