HERE AND NOW
Just let me press this little knuckle here, and
I'll carry the load from that point on. I can
do it, yes. Your crazy flesh is driving me nuts.
The city streets are right now rain-slicked. All those
dying yellow cabs, they seem double in this spacey
light : things move, people pace. Umbrellas grow
like crowns from sodden people's head.
If it was raining fire, I'd still go home with you.