Lightning Strikes Twice Too Many Times
by David Chang
You can’t remove the red on your hands
By spreading it to your friends
But your tears on their shoulders should help
Redemption is out of the question now
When you’re this far gone
Reality escapes you
Fleeting images flee your mind
Pictures of picnics, walks in the park
The time she found you alone in the dark,
Humming softly as the rain poured,
Of the shows you watched together when you were bored
These memories rush past on their way out
Replaced by the weight of your choices
All the ill-advised decisions your mother warned you about
Stubborn static noises from the radio
Your longest drive home in a rented car
Last week’s mail and today’s receipt
For flowers
Ride in the passenger seat
You try to recall anything but the April showers
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