Do not tell me
that I am being irrational
when I say
I want to watch the rain.
When I say I want to notice
the way each drop
clings to its leaf
glorious with gold
yet still shivering –
as if
its final destiny
spins low enough
to fall into its

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with your checklists
with your habits
with your biting down your fingernails
buttoning your buttons
gap between your feet
words too quick to breathe
and why do I catch you
always glancing
Is this the life
you insist to me
is safe,
while I stand
and observe
from the doorway?
Girl walks into the coffeeshop,
Girl compliments your hair.
You compliment hers.
A muffled air
of laughter,
slightest flushing
in the cheeks –
will you ask her her name?
heaven forbid.

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Hurry up,
you whisper to me,
you better check that clock,
you’re late
you’re always late –
as if you do not mind
crawling back into your place
as a slave.
What is your voice to me now
but the grating of teeth,
like a clogged sewer drain,
like hissing
skeleton branches
thrashing helpless against the wind.
The rain whispers to me
far away,
but I can hear it.
Her song, through the window pane,
however foggy –
cool enough
sporadic enough
to mesmerize
my frantic pulse
to promise me
something better.
What it is,
I am unsure
- what am I sure:
I will not catch her
by chasing.

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Here in the shadows
I will wait
- until the moonlight
bathes the horizon
in gold
until the trees are still lonelier
until the silence of the sky
and a still held breath
is enough to teach me
to catch my own.
I will wait.
Leave me behind,
if you wish.
When I learn
to ride the clouds
I will surpass you.

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