It rained
For the first time in three weeks,
During the hottest summer in living
Memory, the day I’m visiting
My recent past,
Almost perfect I’d say.

With all the open doors and windows
The smell of rain on the
Scorched ground swims through
The house
A pleasant, calming, euphoric smell
A natural relief.

And the day fell of this day,
This important day,
It’s perfect

I thought I’d never do something
Where I was anxious
And comfortable
But ready
I never thought this would happen


Never mind
Brushing my teeth in the bathroom
Crying
Drunk

The smell of rain
Gone,
Instead it’s behind my eyes
Now oceans awakened
Running dry
Drowning new rocks,
Lightly released from its surface

It’s a new age.

Fall asleep
In a glass coffin
Tears locked, streamed
Down either side of my skull

For the foreseeable future.