You are sitting in the rain and thinking of a man
who does not feel anything inside, who only knows
himself and nothing of the world. You are dragging
your nails across your flesh, watching the blood
pearl up, and being washed clean by the rain.
Four miles outside of Hudson, your car stuck
in the overflowing streets, and all you can think
about is someone who is not thinking of you-
Surely there are worse fates. Surely there are
worse fates? Surely there are worse fates,
but you cannot think of a single one.