Killer Domestic: ‘Fighting the Rain’

October 2, 2013

On the road to wherever, the sky opened

Cracked rain began to kiss the windshield

Spots of needles erased by the wipers

Like a mistake in a math problem

Every thirteen miles or so

Grayscale clouds and blackened trees

White highway lines and green highway signs

And me, who pulled in safely and put it in park

I had won and gone to fridge to find the bottles

Closing the windows just in time, but not all of them

The car mats stayed wet for days.


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