After living in the inner city all my life, I suddenly moved to little Athens. It seemed there as though there was no help for the desperate and fruitless, of which I became one. I am still in Athens, and tonight the sky burst electric, like a body weeping weeks after death. The sky felt itself inside of me. Children screamed. Umbrellas fled. There were no animals but sirens: not even the flying cockroaches could brave our fury. Firetrucks, like goldfish, scattered-- their hearts broken, tears piping their bloody faces. Across the street, the emergency lights had heart attacks. Everyone and everything, somewhere was out in that world, falling apart. Water came through my head onto the carpet, Lay there panting like wet white wax. Violetly, the magnolias barked once more and went out--ah!--with the rest of everything.
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