When the Tides Held the Moon

by Venessa Vida Kelley

“All I know is that he misses the moon. If I could, I’d ride a roller coaster to the sky just to steal it for him.”

“Río,” I whispered, out of breath, and not from wheezing. “You make me feel like I’m kissing the tides.” “Benigno,” he whispered back. “You make me feel like I am holding the moon.”