last night the rain came, the first real rain of the year static and lucid static and lucid i walked in it after midnight and it was like an open tap streaming off the blue-green arch of umbrella. i like the way damp air mists on my hair and the wool of my coat and the way
the whole air sounds like a monument to something sad and lost.
this morning i went out again, because i was feeling like the static on an old old record a grey sky and i think you know how i felt because it was mostly made of you, the little bits of irony and the formality and i know you're a little bit sad most of the time.
i am a wartime lover, listening to the radio for news of places where you are.
fallwater
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is there some scientific reason why rain makes me think of static too? maybe it's all the movies where there's a tremendous storm and all they can hear on the radio is static..
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