swollen nerves

 

why should I explain to you why I see  you as a bear

trap? old red paint has faded orange, but the jagged edges

shine. omens scrum to touch my eyes. lies mosquito-bite.

 I can see the stormy skyline even though the sunlight

blinds me. the cows have all laid down like sick dogs. the anxious

cell phone signal sags. the devil-eyed bats are squealing

brakes. I brace for the bruised collision.

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[Kerry O'Connor]

A vision of the future, in which there is no future.