The
tall, lanky man sitting in front of me—
his shoulders as broad as a wide-open
Canadian horizon—reads from a Sandman
graphic novel—turns his head to look out of
the window at the roar of the thunderstorms.
He looks back at me & says: “You find out
in life that when it rains, it pours” & he smiles
& his teeth blind me, like certain descriptions
of Henri Michaux’s experiments with mescaline
in Miserable Miracle: thinking of them now
paints my green eyes into silver, like the pouring
rain, the train heard in the thunder, my whistle
blowing like my old middle school P.E. teacher
who blew his lungs out one day. I agreed with
the tall, lanky man & said: “You also find out
that there are different kinds of vampires in
the world” in which he snickered while looking
down at his cell phone & kept grinning as if
he & I were trapped in a scene from a film.
his shoulders as broad as a wide-open
Canadian horizon—reads from a Sandman
graphic novel—turns his head to look out of
the window at the roar of the thunderstorms.
He looks back at me & says: “You find out
in life that when it rains, it pours” & he smiles
& his teeth blind me, like certain descriptions
of Henri Michaux’s experiments with mescaline
in Miserable Miracle: thinking of them now
paints my green eyes into silver, like the pouring
rain, the train heard in the thunder, my whistle
blowing like my old middle school P.E. teacher
who blew his lungs out one day. I agreed with
the tall, lanky man & said: “You also find out
that there are different kinds of vampires in
the world” in which he snickered while looking
down at his cell phone & kept grinning as if
he & I were trapped in a scene from a film.
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