JANUARY 2 2012

10:25 PM

i must embody that which i neglect:

the anvil rain

i’m a fool for the force you cede me,

and fool for my thoughts, adorned with

twin tassels, a sort of flourished

victimhood, and a thing i dismiss as

a phase.

everything feels like a

glare.

most of all this heavy long rain.

it feels serious and heavy, and

sometimes we cannot admit

that we miss it, and it gives in,

and we see in whole the

mirror we ask it to hold.