rain falls from its sieve, separate but equalreflections mistaken for my faceat firstat lastpassing headlightsswing and stretch from drop to dropa veil of unity false.splatter of sifted dropssyncopated and dissonant.memories. past injusticescling, like oilto the puddle’s surface sometimes though distorted i cannot pardon the glimpse of my own skinheadlights emerge and mergingcrashing. destructionthen drive on... Continue Reading →