Precedent
I wanted something in my heart like a drum.Peaches fell from trees.Suddenly: monsoon season.So, I told myself a storyto soothe myself into a kind of slumbernot like the wrestling recently begunnot like the wager life seems hell-benton becoming. Meanwhile, my friendsI’ve meant to call you. All around treescollapsing, arterial roads blocked,then blocked again. The countryseems triply damned.precedents mean nothing.