it's mad season
here
& we cling to the
trolley
but who taught
this girl
to fight fire
with folly?

she's painting the
town
she can't stand the
aesthetic
she won't be held
down
she's unhinged, she's
frenetic

we seek shelter
from storms
she stands calmly
within them
the thunder her
song
& the lightning her
emblem

we should have
known better
than to leave her to
weather
but how do you
harness
a girl with no
tether?


one day I asked her
"of what is your
pain?"


she whispered
"my darling, it's all in
the rain."