People are fair-weather. No surprise
we’re not together. All the ones that
snowed me owe me the cost of
my sanity. The anguish and vanity

of having dreams. The wind blows
hot and cold. I always seem to run against
it. They say I am relentless. I’m just sick of
being defenseless as a puddle after

the rain. When I get stepped on, I splash
the ******* up to their *****, so much I make
them go home and change. Unlike a weathervane
I never show which direction I’m going

in. Why would I? I like to keep them
Guessing. Like a thermometer I go up and
down. I’m Mercury. I expand with heat. I can
crack the ice with a look. Burn with a word –

fog glasses until they’re blurred. I’m the
mist. You’ll easily get lost in me. I’m an
apostrophe. And you’re a page that I’ll write
on with a multicolored crayon.