The work was originally published in Amy Kurzweil's FLYING COUCH

A car’s tires thu-thunk over the rubbery black trip wire at the oil change, triggering a fat bell, and a group of girls in silver leotards are reflected like spatters of sap in its windows— liquidine, firm, gleaming. It’s a Game Day; they are the girls chosen to split in tempo to the brass band, heel of a front foot sliding over Astro-Turf…