Sunday, April 22, 2012


The sound of shattering dishes across the air shaft. Distant dog barking echoes. It's raining and he wishes it were storming. The rodent in the ceiling is shaking the cage again. Where are the sirens? A man smashes furniture in the courtyard. She touches her elbow to his -- a decade ago, a subtle flirt, now a fearful scream as if she were turning herself inside out through her mouth, her elbow.  A plane howls to JFK. Everything is coming down.

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