I couldn’t help getting drunk before the storm, I fell into a dream where I never did land and saw my body flicker out, and forgot. I went out for the dark and the rain because why wouldn’t you, it was right there. I stood for a while by the big pine tree, the hot tub, the one we should take out but I can’t bring myself to, and the drops that fell were like bombs on my neck and it got colder, I could see my breath, I imagined the storm coming in and where it had been, and admired it, it was giving us all it had. My hands looked withered and old and I waved them like they weren’t mine, I angled them in the light for a reflection that never came because they were just prop hands, they were like scarecrows.
I bought some incense from Whole Foods that cost $12.99 for 20 sticks and did the math, and told myself it was worth it, threw my glasses on my lap, rubbed my eyes, looked around and wondered how all of it could be true.
Lily had a friend over who stayed longer than we thought she would and dinner was soup with kale and sausage, sausage with fennel seeds, so you can imagine what that was like, but none of it mattered: I had Pink Floyd on the laptop and they all commented I was weird, and they were all right. The bistro lights went out earlier than normal and Charlotte screamed and I shouted at her to stop, and everything went black and the wind started and we thought at first how cool we lost power, and next, how long it would take to come back.