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| by Chris Stanifer |
| The sky cracked open
three hours ago, rivulets of silver and black screeching down the pane like diamonds on glass, melting the world beyond my room into Dali forgery. I remember walking past your house in a torrential downpour, soaked to the bone and frozen in thin cotton t-shirt, skirting the halo of lamplight, hoping to see you through the window, hoping not to see him. The weight of the rain on my body echoed the weight on my soul, the flash of lightning, the clap of thunder timed to synaptic dance and heartbeat, and I felt both alive and dead at once. Sitting here now in front of my window, all underwear and anger, Tom Waits on the juke, Barbaresco on the desk, and wishing the rain would stop never. |
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| Sept. 2008 |
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