at one thirty on a thursday night I saw a pair of raccoons heading to the gutter they stopped at the storm drain their tails hung down and out of sight they looked up at me their eyes were shining I thought of you and I can't stand the way the moon expands and fills out the corners of your california sky I can't stand it the old buildings stood tall against the sky the windows had old sheets hanging over them doubling as curtains and the silhouettes moving in the bright lights behind the curtains looked like you I stopped moving momentarily the world will stand still on nights like these without any kind of warning and I can't stand it.