here's an excerpt from an email correspondence i had earlier this week:
i gasped at the trolley
grabbed the wheel and then
as it rose up in its full-throated greatness
stamped down on the pedal and hoped for the best
the buttons blew off of my coat-front in the wind
thence
for ahead of us was the gale that forthwith consumed my mind
i reached for that girl's hand, as it were
but she slipped free amidst the cacophony
and i was left holding a single white silken glove
certainly, i must be mad
to consider this a chance
for anything other than regret!
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