DOA Valentine

Don’t forget in Phoenix mostly the rain is dead on arrival until the monsoon season cometh which I think of as a giant brain in the process of its disintegration there is so much forgetting it starts to pile up like icebergs melting on the highway in the distance and what we call instinct in a bird or animal some larger soul encompasses as its intelligence displayed in parts separating from the whole which whimpers in the pain of their delivery rain we had forgotten how