Later, sheltering in a shallow alcove,
a man not dressed for the rain,
mimes asking for a smoke.
I had two left, so I gave him one.
He asks me if I've ever experienced
vibrations of the past and future.
Demonstrates with an
outstretched trembling hand.
Points to the crook of his elbow
as if injecting something.
Says the vibrations of past and future
go away with Dilaudid when you dream.
Then you wake up and discover
that you've written yourself a letter.
We share a chuckle about that.
He wiggles his fingers at the sky.
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