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The shower we needed was out in the Gulf, held like a tired, hungry child by the storm forming there.
I could be Eurydice walking through the underworld to dissolve, unseen.
The waiting room was scrubbed clean and pale; it smelled of Pine-Sol, coffee, and weariness.
Fire evaporates water.
if this is strength, if this is weakness, this is what I do.
when light comes from everywhere and nowhere, when everything is gray.
We were a pile of wet, cold branches, human debris in the middle of all of the rest of it.
“It’s going to be all right,” I said. The hurricane laughed.
The sky was so close I felt like I could reach up and bury my arm in it.
suddenly there is a great split between now and then, and I wonder where the world where that day happened has gone, because we are not in it.
the story of Katrina, the mother that swept into the Gulf and slaughtered. Her chariot was a storm so great and black the Greeks would say it was harnessed to dragons.
