wait, what did you say
about the rain?
THE RAIN WAS
MADE OF
VOICES
the rain?
VOICES, INDISTINCT FROM ONE ANOTHER,
BECAME TORRENTIAL
I WAS STUCK IN MIAMI FOR SOME TIME DURING A STORM
what about california?
WHAT OF IT?
why come here?
IT IS NO-PLACE, IT IS THE FARTHEST
ANYONE COULD GO
i am from no-place,
it’s called “Los Angeles”
named after the heavens.
is heaven no-place, too?
I AM IN HEAVEN NOW,
LIKE YOU
if we are both here, are we no-people?
IF WE ARE NO-PEOPLE,
THESE ARE NO-QUESTONS,
AND THEREFORE
THERE ARE
NO-ANSWERS.
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