it’s raining
sad summer rain
at 5am this morning
as i go to bed
to the sound of birds.
i write an inscription of
the people i have allowed myself to lose,
a memory of
(the rest of my life)
shot into the sun.
i can barely feel your arm around my waist
as we speak
in silence and subtitles
i wanted to be a witness (to this)
i wind up
humiliated by the dawn.
pitter patter
clicker clacker
dancing your words
in my head
an untterable point in space
sad rain
jes, how’s the weather now in Sydney town?
alex and i sat in the pattering warm night rain until the early hours of the morning smoking cigarettes, drinking red wine and talking about politics, hip-hop, and of course, bruce springsteen.
this was lovely rain that comes from a hazy-almost-summer night sky and makes my hair go crazy curly.
what’s the weather like in chile town?
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Well now that I finally reply spring has blossomed! Sun, sol, hace sol!! I get under it every chance I get. But there’s this mexicana in my class who insists winter is better…