Her: 

the umbrella-d smatter of raindrops above my head
spend their existence figuring out why they each
splatter in the perfect shape they did
land in the exact spot they did
particular time of day they
did pray to god
Coincidence

knows

as a dear friend knows
that in ten paces we will arrive
at a doorbell-d meeting of an accident
to feign surprise at fate and thank the weather
for the umbrella-d matter of thoughts above my head
shuts;

apocalypse for raindrops.
elsewhere genesis.

Him:

DAY 14

Posted by:jasmine

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