Cold rain tore through my chest like shrapnel
And my coat fell ragged around my feet. When
I tried to run for it I tripped and smashed my face
Into the asphalt and through my one good eye I saw
Lightning hovering over me like a guardian angel
And when I asked if I could please get up it poured into me,
Crawled up inside me like a rat into its warm nest.
Later, the storm passed, I stood up, scorched but
Whole. I walked home and took a long, hot shower,
My fingers trembling as I soaped up,
My eyes still filled with so much light.
Thursday, September 21, 2006
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Next time I expect an e-mail announcing that you are no longer on hiatus. Hmmph.
Happy to see you are back.
sort of back. sporadically back.
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