A broken clock is right twice a day, but there is no time
at which a broken windshield is useful. In my peripheral
vision, the cracks could be lightning, but Minneapolis
is not as interested in drama as I am. Somewhere, not here,
it is raining. It would be great if it would rain on me
because then there would be a reason I felt like garbage
right now. There's always of course, a reason, but it would be
nice to say It's raining in my head rather than
I have a chemical inbalance in my brain or *I just remembered
that someone I love will die before I do.* All of downtown
is underneath the sky. If you spend
long enough in one place you will eventually be hit
by lightning. Because it's not real lightning
we're discussing here, stay longer and you will
be hit twice. Never move, ever. You might go somewhere
there us no lightning. It might not rain there at all.
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 5:23 PM UTC
A broken clock is right twice a day, but there is no time
at which a broken windshield is useful. In my peripheral
vision, the cracks could be lightning, but Minneapolis
is not as interested in drama as I am. Somewhere, not here,
it is raining. It would be great if it would rain on me
because then there would be a reason I felt like garbage
right now. There's always of course, a reason, but it would be
nice to say It's raining in my head rather than
I have a chemical inbalance in my brain or *I just remembered
that someone I love will die before I do.* All of downtown
is underneath the sky. If you spend
long enough in one place you will eventually be hit
by lightning. Because it's not real lightning
we're discussing here, stay longer and you will
be hit twice. Never move, ever. You might go somewhere
there us no lightning. It might not rain there at all.
(This is a poem from Neil Hilborn's poetry book, Our Numbered Days that has been stuck in my head)
