At dusk after a rain, the city has a fishy look, glittery like
Atlantis. And all of us in our slick, slick cars are headed downstream.
Moving like this, I could almost be weightless, but all day
I've been on my feet, and the touch of my toes on the pedals hurts like a
shock.
Of course, of course. It's the hardness of the
ground. Now I realize that's what gets me. If I had never heard the
click of a heel, I would not now hear the cracking of a skull.
In another, fishier world, I could never dream of falling. I might dream of rising.
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