I hobble out of bed at daybreak an Igor with dreams of being both doctor and creation, waiting for just one spark, juice enough to fuel that night's creation.
Excitement looms on this horizon pregnant storm clouds heavy with rain, whipped overhead by hurricane winds, ready to strike, incite the dead to life.
Petrichor coats my tongue, fills my head, lightning flashes, blue-white channels blaze down these rods to these hands, fire enough to burn, birthing this beating heart.
My blood boils, my eyes open.
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Cat Russell 