I saw worms everywhere curling
and pulsating across
the sidewalk the day before. Airport
terminal power mysteriously out

the day before. Seductive electricity
shreds after midnight
the day of. Morning showers
give way just long enough

to put me in a Sunday afternoon
trance. Those sirens have nothing

on us—cat and me—the moment
of. Just a few miles north

flattens. The day before
sinks to the muddy bottom
of puddles where urban legends
have drowned.