Adam LeGrange

“Today, the rush wind smells like rain.

I watch clouds and I masturbate. People here have never seen a tornado.

Only snow and snow and snow. So, the chickens are pacing.

And the lightning is out like a dog. Lighting on signposts and people.

And in relationship to people, I am a storm.”

Said LeGrange, wrinkling his face at a reflection of himself

in a fresh puddle on the porch.

Adam LeGrange

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