Tuesday, May 28, 2024


Is it too strange to wonder 
which one
is worse: 

my vague dread of rain, 
or getting 
caught in the real thing? 

True, of the two, only 
one front comes 

oblivious to my designs 
and my lack 
of protection—

only one poisons me 
with stings and slaps 
of ruthless cold

which seeps
from clammy clothes 
to bones. 

But still, of the two 
my apprehension
costs the larger fee, 

since, for all of its 
and savage machinations, 

at least the rain 
never rains 
inside me.