Forecast

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Forecast


It can always be worse:	
what you cling to
	      could be 
                                          a ledge
over a subterranean
	      river or a 
	      	          bridge
tucked away 
	      	          in a sentence
	      no one can read.	
Each memory—
	      	          a shattered 
puzzle. 
	      It could be raining 

on the inside
	      of this skin.

First published in the tiny journal, issue iii

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