burnished sunlight
seems foreign after today's torrential rains.
something about
this city having a lack of past and future. collective forgetting. la la land.
yesterday, it never rains here,
nothing but 365 days of sunshine, some sort of supposed paradise. today, it has always rained. splashing about in my galoshes bought at the last minute this
morning, only the dogs protest. they too have forgotten what it means to be
drenched. they beg me not to walk them and then howl when i dry them off.
half an hour after
the rain stops there is no evidence of it. the gutters are dry, the flash lakes
at intersections have vanished. street lights are already repaired. i am left
with sodden clothes and sticky hands, absurdly wet in the sunshine. feeling as
if that hot shower i'd planned to warm up is useless now. never mind, i'll have
it anyway. yesterday, i feel an ice cream binge
coming on. i do not forget these things, despite the pull of this city
towards vacancy. i forgot about the rain, but not about this. escalating mantra
in my head. today, buy it before you go home,
you won't go out again in the rain. had stopped raining but i buy it ahead of time anyway. i have
big plans for that shower.
empty head, empty
hands. empty ice cream-coated stomach. quiet house, sleepy cats, some sort of
aching surge in the subconscious, but we'll forget that for now.
yeah, right.
i would just like
to worry about different things for a while.
i'm getting bored,
but i do not forget. this city renders me useless and static, but i cannot
forget.
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