The one who believed in disasters

-from The Weather Not the Weather-

                              scared                of             being

                      as  mortal as

                                                                               a dark mouth

                                            the                   mirror      inside

                                       the               closet           door

                              the forecast      then
                        

       the        weather

                            

                                             does    not     

                                 even know      what         is waiting      what   it

                                                             is

This poem appears in the 2008 Anthology
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