Monday, August 1, 2016

Rainy Day

In a descriptive mood
devoid of the penthouses touched
by the greyness of your sky

they entered (realizing that
to enter is a verb)
or
re-entered
into
those well known spaces
of tiny veins
that make my muscles clench
into a body of a fist
into a body crumpled under the gaze of other bodies
into a body that I might have forgotten
and
then
I pack myself
into cold shapes of lines
forming letters on an even colder screen
and
send myself
into you

not knowing what the weather forecast is like at your end
.
It rained here all day,
I slept with my sweater on.

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