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It's like trying to see lightning. I sat long enough this Tuesday twilight, brave enough watching the twilight sky, brave enough to forgoe a glance to the right to make sure a racoon hadn't stumbled upon me, and it and I, startled, would scrap, resulting with my hand bitten - embarrassing cowardice. Brave enough I watched and the lightning climbed a height! It etched itself round the top of the thunderhead that towered above and above other domes that I assumed were the height, but higher even, the lightning climbed, and I wondered if it knew I watched, cause it took its time- not a blink, but a scrawl up the round height of the dome at a height that I dared not know existed. Could not be more unremarkable, me, on the stoop, on a Tuesday twilight, but the height, and the height, and the lightning will be there, good- good as my mother's skin under her thin, summer top, good as the first girl fervent enough to undress with me, good as my wife inviting me to come through all the boredom and distress, good as the end, when I'll know the lightning sees me, cause I'll see the lightning.
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Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 11:46 PM UTC
Because I Don't Think We Should Dread Tomorrow
It's like trying to see lightning. I sat long enough this Tuesday twilight, brave enough watching the twilight sky, brave enough to forgoe a glance to the right to make sure a racoon hadn't stumbled upon me, and it and I, startled, would scrap, resulting with my hand bitten - embarrassing cowardice. Brave enough I watched and the lightning climbed a height! It etched itself round the top of the thunderhead that towered above and above other domes that I assumed were the height, but higher even, the lightning climbed, and I wondered if it knew I watched, cause it took its time- not a blink, but a scrawl up the round height of the dome at a height that I dared not know existed. Could not be more unremarkable, me, on the stoop, on a Tuesday twilight, but the height, and the height, and the lightning will be there, good- good as my mother's skin under her thin, summer top, good as the first girl fervent enough to undress with me, good as my wife inviting me to come through all the boredom and distress, good as the end, when I'll know the lightning sees me, cause I'll see the lightning.
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Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 11:46 PM UTC
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