It is raining.Terry has unwrapped a beach towel from his backpack. Terry has laid the beach towel out on the asphalt. Terry has laid flat on the beach towel, his mouth closed to the rain, water peeling down his face. Terry in the playground, underneath a tetherball pole. Terry closes his eyes.In the rain are answers. The answers in the rain are Yes and No and Maybe. Terry once wrote a note to a girl and the note to the girl said If you like me and you want me to be inside of you then check one of the boxes.Terry is a boy. The note was for a girl.The girl that the note was for is a girl that Terry wants to shred into a billion pieces and use as postage stamps and mail love letters all over the universe. He wants the love notes to be in the shape of hearts. He wants the hearts to be pink and purple and red. He wants the paper-cut hearts to bleed when people open them, confetti falling to their feet, the smell of the girl that Terry loves still adhered to the postage stamps, still marked on the envelopes—still listening to the words people speak about her in these billion places where she is opened up.Terry is a boy. A boy is an autopsy.Terry out on his beach towel and rain coming down.Terry is a boy. It is raining. Tawny is a girl watching.Tawny is a girl. But Tawny is not the girl that Terry wanted to break into pieces and send via post. Tawny is the girl who watches Terry and wishes that she was a girl that Terry would want to break into pieces and send around the universe. Tawny in the sky sees clouds in the shape of Terry. Tawny in the skies sees rain coming down.Tawny is a girl and a girl is a flower. A girl is a rhythm. A girl is a train riding tracks.Tawny is a girl and a girl is a bloom is a ripening is an opening.Tawny, when she thinks of Terry, is thinking of the opposite of everything that has ever been. Tawny is not dreaming of being pried open—is not dreaming of being clawed apart is not dreaming of being torn torn torn slickened with blood—but is dreaming of Terry and how his cutting into hearts, notes, would be a soft bath in warm water would be a sun in day would be a night where there are no dreams.Terry is a boy and Tawny is a girl that this boy doesnt see. Lucinda is a girl too. But Lucinda is the girl that Terry sees and writes notes to, notes that say if I was the boy for this, you, the girl then I would be the best kind of boy.Tawny is working open childrens mouths with pliers. Tawny is combing through their spilled intestines for a note that Terry may have written that is disappeared in insides. Tawny is looking for a love that is not a love over fences. Tawny is looking for a love that is not a love climbing trees. Tawny is looking for a love that is not hidden underneath a moons ocean.Terry is a boy on a towel in the rain getting wet.Tawny is a girl.Lucinda is a girl with dark colored skin. Lucinda is a girl wearing glasses. Lucinda is a girl tilted towards the sun. Lucinda is a girl holding a note in her hands that is the one-thousandth note that Terry has written her. This note says I Love You. The note is heart shaped. The note bleeds.It is raining.Lucinda sees the notes from Terry. Lucinda reads the notes from Terry. Lucinda would rather get a letter from the broken moon. Lucinda would rather get a letter from the broken moon that says I did this that you see for those your lips. Lucinda would rather go sun-blind. Lucinda would rather dig out her hair from her head. Lucinda would rather.Tawny pushes her fingers into a boys eye sockets. Tawny does not find words beneath their melting shapes. Tawny tears a? boys arms from their homes in his shoulders. There is no language that comes out. Tawny is a girl searching.Lucinda reads a note. The note says: This is the kind of boy that I am, would be, could.Lucinda is a girl wishing away her head.Terry on a beach towel feels rain but the rain is Tawny with an axe raised. Terry on a beach towel sees clouds but it is Tawnys hair, swirling up. Terry wants sky though the openings, but the openings are all Tawnys holes, picked open in him, searching for letters.Lucinda watches from an empty classroom. Lucinda watches from somewhere to the side. Lucinda watches through a broken window. Lucinda sees Tawny taking Terry apart. Lucinda watches a moon through rain.It is raining.Terry is quiet and Lucinda wishes herself away. Lucinda wishes herself away and bleeds down the gutter. Lucinda wishes herself away and the moon leaves no note for her going, her gone. A note that doesnt say Hey there girl, isnt this what you were looking for?There are answers in this rain that is from clouds above, in the sky, coming down.These are boys and girls.These are children.It is, always as it is, raining.