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THUNDERSTORM WATCH lightning's the room's color. our skins rainy. arms asleep. impossible to be close to her. 'everything about you is blue and you have drowned in it.' eyes leak rain. careful not to step off tracks balanced I have come to break the windows. the night sees and lets the stones through anyway. beneath Hancock out of the storm through booze kiss we. the red needle of the old Hancock flashes, warns. one hazel eye peers from my target a window too high to hit. there aren't enough rocks. not lovers no reason to be in the rain. wet, feeling the hipbone -- closing in. I don't resist. no sound as satisfying. glass loses form. released. but I'm not really enjoying it. the rain may not end. the noise of the break, the bad weather. immune to a love that comes from every direction. on the rocks by my apartment a condom goes on in the rain. dawn, her back is covered with rain.
Boston 1999 Index