cloudy with a chance of seat belts
a necessary evil since the weatherman did more than just eclipse the bubble of my dangerous, accelerating engrossment with him – he in fact totally exceeded my interest, like an exploding athlete
he wouldn’t move initially, then it looked as though he was going to turn around and run full-speed into the screen, sputtering darker and darker pixels all the time
but at other times he grew so large and interesting, that – like a fascinating pop-up store on a rescue float chasing pirates instead of landlords who swap clemency for blowjobs – the clouds on the screen would respond like wet feathers to his proximity
‘putting my hand here on this glacier,’ he said running his hand along a blue line with pointed teeth, ‘would be like touching SOMEBODY ELSE’S glacier’
he was a creepy haze in an envelope – misty fingers curled around the edges, and he was so flat and no longer quite as interesting
i lowered my dress before somebody had a chance to walk in
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