2009-03-14

rainy day stranger

I can't sleep. Grey light ages the window. I want to meet you on the rainy playground of a childhood I left suffocated in a plastic bag somwhere beneath the pile of years. Fresh rain releases the odor of rotting vegetation. A dead dog is floating in the river. The milkmen and paperboys are hanging in the trees. I'd kiss you if you were here; I'd kiss every raindrop rolling down your skin.