We talked quietly under a corridor of crackling
high tension lines. Properly grounded in
respectable prose, we felt safe. Then
one night
he dropped a word on the floor. The current
shook the ground. Unsure
of what to do, we
both reached down to pick it up. We touched.
What followed is
what happens when electricity
finds a conduit. It soared through both of us,
almost changing our molecular structure.
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