unconspicuous; find my
fingers in the cracks around
your mouth invaded by
relentless wet tongue. I am
relentless.
this is no time to mince ourselves; the
prettier way to put things is gone
now and we're slipping
together down rain slick
stairs and deciding,
the saturated sky is heavy and deciding
the sum of us.
I say us
because I believe it. weigh my soul,
it is a collection.
collect me. I keep going in
the wet weather
for a better way to put it.
maybe it - the
tripartite time of today,
yesterday, tomorrow - red or
green.
I don't
the sky has colourblind eyes but the
birds don't care.
there
now
it's raining
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