(a golden shovel after INXS)
We are all secretly in love with the scent of a storm coming. the awakening of an unknown. / Your
absence casts a ruin. that holds me like a knife & every wounded beast knows / the herd moves
away from the injured / a silent tear down the middle. slick with bladed rain & rupture / you are
the dark corner my body belongs to & I am the wound. that waits patiently for blood to arrive. so
I wait / knowing my lineage will arrive like a sea storm. deep from my watershed. / Urgent & raw.
*line from “Need You Tonight” © 1987
