—IT’S OKAY, I GET IT

 

 

Amends

 

It’s hard to

please the rain

when the deluge

doesn’t know

what it needs,

and it’s a little like myself,

dragging these frail bones

to the river, to the attic,

to the burial plot.

The wind’s blowing

the wrong way again,

inside out,

and I’m left licking

the rain off my lips

and that guy in the boat

waving a hammer,

well he’s coming for me,

don’t you think?