the day the stars fell out of the sky,
they poured down the city like rain.
i caved on the wet pavement and the snails were quicker than i was.
funny how the cold stings and bites.
how it brings you closer to everything else moving about in nature.
hurricanes never did seem happy to me.
maybe they’re not supposed to be.
it’s cold. it’s cold.
and i can feel it