priestess, aeon, abundance, universe.
the clouds are mounded and dark, they push in on the sunset. thick humid day becomes thicker. the sky groans and cracks, light spills in flashes, and water pours down. from the canal we run the steamy streets to rue des belles aux granges. lit candles under the covered balcony illuminate marble-eyed faces. lendl reads tarot and conversation slurs into a dream as the couch swallows another body, restless sleeper. jean baptiste tucks me into nina's bed and smokes a cigarette on the balcony before adjusting the covers and shutting the door quietly. in the morning, harriet has left the windows open to the chestnut trees on the place grange. the dove family coos under the eves. a blanket has been pulled over the sky to protect us from the sun. sleep in this june. the draught is over, and we scatter like ants into the underground.
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