Lost on the driveway -

This life is filled with Juicy Fruit jingles,
with other people's babies,
with dance mixes, rebates,
statistics that always rise,
and then,
there is the rainfall on gravel.

It comes surprisingly soft.

To the senses it is most aural,
a metallic slate color,
but a veil of sound.
Sheer glamour of loss,
water on stone and somehow, the mind,
it leaves.
To lift the eye and thought from this hissing tympany
would be cause for death.

So I need a prayer now,
as I struggle with this calm.

Returning to the noises is when I need you, Lauren.
It is your turn to redeem.
My sister must save me,
barefoot the wet gravel and speak me from the loathing,
the denial of the rain.
If there is a way through the world to where I am,
you will find it.
And if you remember the way,
you will lead me.
Or we will remain, or we will die.






GLS
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