Ever since the problems with electricity I have not been thinking about us, though I turn the faucet off while brushing my teeth, in memory of beautiful conservationist you.
There's something of me inside the top floor of the Eiffel Tower striking charcoal lines on a sky construction paper blue, folding to touch the ends of the Earth bringing fire to the back room while I was on my way to work and the car stopped working as I was leaving, and you and me we never called, and the dog knew it had to strike me down.
I'm alone today. The sky is red with the fireball descending and New York City is black bars rising to meet the fire pricked moon. Toronto, Cleveland, Connecticut cities connected by nothing else but power lines, highways, satellites, and news reports: The people are in the city and the atmosphere is similar to a carnival; and there is a girl handing out water to all the people as they walk home on sidewalks talking to each other, like people never seem to do.
You and me were safe in Boston. If one of us left, the whole country might fall apart. It might, regardless: These days I have left the water running, because running is all I know how to do.
-e.
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