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cold electric rain

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so much scaffolding on these artificial streets,
makes it so I never even have to feel
a single drop of rain…
what a holy brutal luxury
to be conveyed from stop to stop
by the uneven propulsion of automated beasts,
clinking and clanking,
and spitting out hot, wet, dirty steam…
thirty pounds of expensive corporate tech
strapped to my back, still not as heavy
as the thick, woolen invisible blanket
of always being watched —
mommies and daddies in…




Dirty realism, grunge lit, creative confessions, spec fic, and assorted literary atrocities.

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Franco Amati

Franco Amati

Speculative fiction writer from New York. For published work visit or buy me a coffee at

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