Ace Boggess
“WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN IT RAINS?” [question asked by Nadia Ibrashi]
My eyes scan nearby woods for does, sheltered, dry, resting in a patch of leaves, murky bodies lazing, necks stretching mouths toward a low branch & lone jade leaf. Smarter than me, they’ve found a comfy bed & breakfast in which to wait out the downpour. I stand under the storm, kissed by damp, tasting a wet cigarette. My smoke looks like mist off tarmac. Backs of my hands collect droplets as though I’ve been knuckling tears.
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