ISSUE 190. 5 | ARTS & CULTURE
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POEM BY DANA SHARE ILLUSTRATION BY JUSTIN LAGUFF
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My Midnight Lover’s Home
Raindrops melting into puddles on hot pavement it is 2 am and this small city is dead street lights struggle to stay on like me, they are pulled towards the night the one that reflects the paradise in my head my national song my guilty delight I walk the middle of the road these concrete cracks with exasperated grass are my midnight lover’s home I walk freely through these humid streets because they make me feel less alone as if the rest of the world went quiet and the rain became all my own I would continue walking midnight lover’s road
Making clouds with my breath I finally accept that there are some things which I will never know can I live out here in this atmosphere can I finally be exempt from harsh temperatures and definitive man made scents raindrops falling and they say get out before you’re wet but I walk along these eerie avenues and become one with the puddles I step in instead
