Night time rats cross empty streets and
two people walking take note of how the
water tower lines up with the center of
the road. Taking direct paths through the
grass while running late; they draft excuses
in their heads.
Metal tables slide against the concrete,
pushed by the wind, and grind claw marks
into the ground.
She takes her clothes off by the dresser,
starting with her shoes, and finishes up
nicely with her earrings.
He lifts her up at her request to try and crack
her back, but the pain did not begin where
she thought it did. Instead she just fell
asleep at the window, and the black sheet
they tacked over it, with the torn corner,
waved gently due to the breeze
from the fan.
Teleporting Typewriter 