Fog covers the night
All the streetlights look like moons
The cab leans to the right
We are on Lake Shore Drive
The driver and me
he is on the phone
His voice is deep
I close my eyes
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Soaking up the rain and whipping spit of the waves, as he stood next to the ocean of my memory, a fire hydrant in a red windbreaker, glaring...
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"Well...that was dramatic." I didn't know what he meant until I saw the ink spilled everywhere and the moths in her hair like ...