I remember laying near the open window in my bed in Brooklyn. The rain falling on the sill and onto my face. It was heaven.
This poem isn't necessarily about that. It's about now. But it's also about then.
And about relenting.
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Begrudgery
Ok
fine
Let the rain
in the window let
it fall on our faces
Ok
fine
Let the rain
in the window let
it fall on our faces
It’s night and corona is on fire
across the world
So
what
is the point
of
allowing ourselves to dream
We could
manage a world into being
with our sheets
our
red
cheeks
