i tried again–

i needed more poetry.

 

but now

i’m not sorry i haven’t answered you as i’m not certain

you would believe me if i told you

there was no poetry in that afternoon.

 

instead i found it

on a side street in jp,

alone in the dark in some part of the city

i’ve never seen before.

 

instead i found it

in the pouring rain,

the steep streets turned to rivers,

the raindrops shattering the orange of the streetlights to pieces.

 

later,

as I peel off my wet clothes in the quiet of my room

i marvel

at the shape of my life

 

how strange,

how heavy,

how full.

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