The Wind's Wind

by Jess Ranard

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It’s not that I’m the rain, or that you’re the rain, or that there is cornbread in the oven - 
which must be taken out soon, though it makes the kitchen smell nice. It’s not 
even that I no longer remember what your snore sounds like. It’s that once, after 
your dad died, you said, you can’t see the wind, just the wind’s wind, & I cannot ask 
you, at this very moment, if it is also raining where you are, & if the wind
is making a noise, the whirring kind maybe, and if that makes you think of him.

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Jess Ranard is a queer writer, reader, and bookseller & hopes to open a bookstore one day. She is drawn to the color yellow, and has an anxious attachment style. She is currently in love, which is the first time that has ever happened, and she recommends it to most people. She also believes in God. You can email her at jessicaranard415@gmail.com if you like her writing or want to share writing with each other.