Down Came the Rain,
great bathtubs full, for hours, and I
did not get dressed all day
till I heard the Coast Starlight
Express to California.
It sent a thunderbolt
through me; isn’t that a good enough reason
to open a bottle of Amontillado,
sit by an open window and
watch mosquitoes bite
up and down my bare arm?
Maybe they thought
my o-negative blood
the sweetest nectar on earth,
worth dying for. Help me,
you worthless thing,
I said to a hummingbird.
She scissored electric
green feathers at me
and flew away.
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