She clenches her fist in the heavy rainfall. Her long fingernails dig deep into the palm, and blood, running down in the rainwater like a brood of baby crimson vipers, drips onto the flooded asphalt.

 Exposed rebars like a fleet of sundials

Picking at an orange nipple in the cold, which recalls our moon's most prominent impact crater, I feel my scrotum contract, harden like a walnut shell.

 At home, wearing your clothes