Bottle Rain
Duct tape on a fridge handlekeeps it hanging on for ages.File cabinets full of people’s namesshake and whisperwhen there’s nobody around. A string of towns, all no morethan eight miles apart,exchange flesh and bloodbetween them and itsustains them throughthe decades into centuries. No more nights out in the numbinglights and bottle rain,those days will not […]
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