Entanglement
Somewhere inside my thoughts I am coming in from the rain. A detective at a desk in my mind stays there long after everyone else has gone. He's obsessively playing, over and over, indistinct CCTV of someone who might be me coming in from the rain. He looks for something he can't pin down, Some detail others failed to see, difference between innocence or guilt. Watches me come in from the rain, a shadow among shadows, as time flows by like an androgynous god. I'm asleep at an unspecified address in sleep's reality, a mediocre room, beyond which an unfamiliar street drenched in rain, is held in the gaze of tall disinterested street lamps. I'm tormented by an image of me continually coming in from the rain, believe my mind is coming to arrest me. I wait for its car to pull up. Footsteps, a knock on the door, denouement, Published in collection: The Ghostly Effect |