TOO CLOUDY FOR METEORS
“Too cloudy for meteors,” Raquel texts watching mum aspirate into a tube, “and they say it was once in a lifetime too.” From our triangle house all I perceive are those clouds, but the burning chunks of space hurling against the mesosphere are putting on a show I don’t have the right angles to see – gold and red behind the gray. “Get some sleep,” I say, and she won’t and the asteroids won’t. note:…