Down, Pour
I imagine the clouds are a tsunami calculate which direction the wave might hit how long it would take to die I write wedding vows for my Uber driver tell my lover to have a good evening The nurse asks me to relax my arm before the stick she asks, again: let your arm hang like a noodle It is! I tell her Relax! she says my jaw tightens there is nowhere for the pain to go so it spreads thin, hardens through my chest releases into my gut contracts into a rhythm that floods every vessel He tells me good morning, asks how I slept okay , I say, how about you? I wait for his response like a farmer praying for rain fruit on the vine Eh , he says, you? Round and round we go waiting for the rain or permission to give it up to the sun