His parents were out. We huddled in his closet. His shorts sat piled on mine, they were the only pair left in the house. He didn’t tell me he was disappearing. He just felt my chin. Rubbed my palms. Then he cupped his hands between us, asked if I’d found the milagro in mine. I couldn’t see shit, just the outline of his shadow, but we squeezed our palms together and I called it amazing anyways.
