Number Three

that's number three.

like celebrity deaths, break-ups happen in threes.

all three of these are ones that threatened for a long time. big black clouds, heavy with tears, charged with electricty.

snap your fingers, the clouds break. or maybe they don't. watched these horizons and wondered for the past year. should i put on the heavy yellow slicker or leave it hanging in the hall closet?

this last one was my brother. and lea, whom i like. i'm sorry for both of them. i hope they both find their happiness.

and even though it's midnight and i've been sick and today has sucked i'm going to stay up a bit more and listen to the rolling stones. i find the blues helps.

i think i need to buy some nina simone.