everyone was praying
as a form of hedging their bets.
and they were all very kind
even though i didn’t know them
so i left because i am afraid of losing myself
in the quiet space between people minding their own business.
outside a storm was coming.
outside, each building had a different lighting scheme.
the lightning was like seeing the glare of a tv
from the corner of your eye.
i walked home slowly until i could hear the rain
and then i tried to walk faster.
i wanted to think about how when i got home
she would be there and i would be dry and it would be warm
and not too humid and i would feel great,
but while i tried to do this i made up a story
about how she was in the taco bar
watching all the people
who looked like they were waiting for somebody
who was running a few days late.
and it was there with the sweating beers
that she saw the trailer hit the delivery truck
and watched as three horses flew
out the back.