Listen!
WEATHER The door holds. Yesterday's violent red morning, today's steady rain. A drop at a time, every hole fills. There are empty spaces inside everything I touch, and the emptiness touches back. A smile without a face lurks behind the clouds, underneath the grass, in the corners inside and the rotting stumps out. Wonder of wonders, an earth that does nothing to fasten down its crea- tures. My heart has divided into pieces from its frequent break- ing, and they have been left all over. I live in my walls, scratching, and also outside, stretched on a pile of leaves, soaked but not crying about it. I've done everything I could, even if the satisfaction is less than I planned, and the after- math is an itchy bed to lie in. Home is where the heart leaves, pronouncing its words in a whisper like the rain. Take care of your children, leave me alone, there's no need to pursue, I'm predator to my own prey. You know what I mean. I never do.
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