i sat alone with the turntable on,
speakers releasing a forgotten song
while rain hit the windows
as if to sing meekly along.
the cat wailed from a faraway place
and trotted all through the house
just to lay by my side.
the record came to an end
as the storm grew fierce
and the needle clicked as it continued
to spin. i raised my hand to my mouth
and pretended to smoke, pressed a finger
to my wrist and pretended to slice,
but i'm no good as an actress
so it didn't quite do the trick.
rain lashed at the windows
and as lightning broke apart the sky,
i felt there was everything to fear.