By Apple Cocaine I can always remember so clearly: the sweet, sleepy stutter of your waking eyes- how heavily it was raining, filling the most secret recesses of that dark room. The power surge had rendered the clocks useless. We thought about how much older things sound under the rain. You did not follow me into the shower. I wasn’t ready to be alone with myself just yet; alone in all that water. The filter of morning’s muted colors frightened me, but when I crept dripping wet to the bedroom to return to you, you had already left. And then another day went past, just like that: another day lying naked in bed, drinking little and eating less, hating you for loving me so much.