Damn, Man, I Wrote a Girl Who Rains

Heat lightning hiccups in the sky.

A black breath caught between two

Pink lungs—grasping air.

 

A bruised cloud. A girl I

Held, overheard once. She wrenches.

And rains like I wrote her.

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