Once you drew me naked,
And I did not recognize the man,
A stranger in my skin,
I couldn’t trace where I began.

On stormy days,
The balcony door open,
I sit listening, watching,
And feeling an electric air.

There is the sound
Of seagulls crying out.
The wind whips in uproar.
Pregnant black clouds overhead

Churn with birth pains
Wanting to release their burden
Onto the earth beneath.
I watch and wait.

Clouds billow and bellow,
Swirling above the house tops.
With the temperature's sudden drop
The sweat from their brows

Begins to drip in relief to all.

I just want to be like you.
I want to do the things you do.
Because those are statistically always right.
So when you hated me
I hated myself.