strangescape

I think I fall in love with strangers. In my mind, I turn them into landscapes, and you are that spot just outside the city where the river tip-toes along and the train tracks run parallel and they would hold hands if they could but parallel means never touching.

This morning three inches of ice covered my car. I tried to tap on it with the broken side mirror and some of the ice cracked and fell to the street but then I shattered the whole window. I don't know what else I should have done.