Take out the trash,
Foolish, fresh
newspapers, she
tucked around
to keep you
warm
Covered by clouds
too quickly
crafted drafts
word storms
crash into
the sky
No one likes the rain but
you are sorry, a saturated
umbrella apology
underneath your
impenetrable
raincoat
You keep
life contained
in coffin planter boxes
in worn pictures
with smiling edges
taped to
industrial
walls
Barefoot proud, shady man
she’s under your
numb thumb
drop her out
before the
kick off
You would have
never wanted
to keep
her
for
long
