Rain makes
unanticipated patterns
on the windows
like broken glass.
And on the street
windshields
like cobwebby ice.
The old man inside
is laughing.
Or coughing.
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I can't believe it has been a week (since my fam arrived, since SLE died... how is life so unrelentingly incessant?). My sister and I to...
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