We weren’t expecting the downpour, but an umbrella would have been useless anyways. When the sky buckled without warning, a river spilled down, and you couldn’t hide your face from the gods. You were stopped by the storm, wrestling your armload of apples out of the wind. I had the window hauled open and waited for you at the cusp of the elements. I loved the torrents so much that I had a longing inside to give myself over to them. It wasn’t unlike the way I interrupted your sleep and invited you to swallow me whole. I was always at the threshold of some kind of abandon, while you were out there, forsaken, ferocious, aflame. Something was always holding me down, the privilege of safety, or the illusion.
Lorette C. Luzajic‘s most recent work is Pretty Time Machine, a collection of ekphrastic prose poems. Her flash and prose poetry have been published widely in journals, online, and in anthologies. She recently won first place in a flash contest at MacQueen’s Quinterly. She has been nominated three times for the Pushcart Prize and twice for Best of the Net. She is the editor of The Ekphrastic Review, a journal devoted to writing inspired by art.
A Song for Lorette