Archive for September 13, 2007

slip of the tongue

Posted in Prosage on September 13, 2007 by Mike Rosales

in this city, the streets are constantly damp. heavy, heavy rain was forecast, but only by me. the ferocity of my predictions enhance the truth of the subject, but not the realism. the obvious conclusion is that nothing is true.

the pavements feel dry underfoot. i might fall.