In light of darkness nighting the day,
hurricane at our doorsteps,
we thought it best
to strip our tongues of nonsense,
speak instead of memories electric,
fears, and times we believed ourselves
braver than we really were. Remember
that trip, homebound, exhaustion at the wheel?
How the torrent blinded us, thunder silencing
our every honest word? We hydroplaned
right off the road, then,
hitting the guardrail with a clap.
Each accusing the other, spitting blame
into the wind. Pouring memories and grievances.
Howling. The truth of storms.
-Katherine Gotthardt
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