We snuck into the church's gift shop in
hopes of escaping the oppressive summer heat.
They had an air conditioner, which felt delicious
on our sweaty skin and sunburnt shoulder blades.
Trying to look inconspicuous, we pretended
to shop, so the clerk wouldn't catch on and
throw us out. You were looking at something intently
and when I came to see, you extended your hand to me.
In the bowl of your palm was a perfectly carved,
polished olivewood heart. I turned my palm skyward
to see if you would offer it; you dropped it into
my waiting hand without hesitation.