Tropical Depression

I caught a falling leaf to crown you queen of the hurricane – when the rivers flood, my love, they rush with your name to the sea like a statement from their overdrawn banks and each drop of rain is a wish that I make to keep certain there’s something worth staying dry for, some small arid thing worth keeping alive for – the storm wrecked street signs and downed power lines and my house didn’t hum and the neighborhood lights were turned off – all juiceless, all staggeringly useless. The queen of the hurricane probably knew this would happen – but stays in the eye of the storm. While I use twelve blankets to try to keep warm she is raining and gusting and raising her arms and I dream the truth is she lost the leaf and every wish the salt salt sea devours.

~ by perfectionatrix on November 3, 2012.

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