Enough.

It’s pouring and I haven’t a roof
I haven’t a bowl
I haven’t a face
That closes to
The sky
In an opening
An invention
An image
That this rain
Is my tears

I haven’t those things

I am not standing in the
Street
Accepting
And becoming
Myself
While the
Sky opens up
Me to me

No I am not
I haven’t
And I won’t

I am a dresser drawer
Close to the carpet
And you can’t pull
It is stuck

And when finally you do
The bottom falls out
And the sides break

They were held together
Cheaply
By staples

that never dug in

deep

enough

Author: K L

Just having a human experience like everyone else.

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