I set out to capture
that feeling we once
had like the end of a
rainstorm when the
air is scented with
washed lightning.
I caught only reams
of crumpled ink and
a headache. No one
can feel it for you. If
I could I would wrap
it up and ship it over-
night express but you
would only unwrap
the air I was most
recently breathing
when I thought of
how nice it would be
to soak up all your
darkness and vanish
in a long embrace.