When it rains
it pours
and floods
and drowns my panicked muscles
swallows my tongue
clouds my senses.
I go to parties and forget how to interact. I fight with my roommate and haven't the time to clean up the mess. I fail, I fail, and I fail.
She dropped me off in her cab on the way, leaving me at the wrong end of town but I decided to walk. The Lower East Side had been washed clean by the rain, and nobody wanted to come out and dirty it again just yet. I placed my wooden heels on the cobblestone.
Click.
Clock.
When all else fails, these streets reassure me I am still above ground. My head is still above the water's edge.
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