wind blasted horizontal rain all night so you couldn't open the window but a crack howled and heat blasted too and juju curled up radiating white hot beside me worried about the kitch and why the man was cursing behind the swing door and the kid above screaming like a burning angel in the wee inconsolable hours and in the background always in the background the criminal metastatic obamachron groaning down in the park like the crossroads, like the afterlife, and at dawn the air gun generator started up by itself.