Rain settles on my skin in waves of white

finding me through green canopies

I cover my head in the growing dark that cannot hold together.

 

Watching a woman face the universe with her mouth open

to remember the taste of rain,

when I look around, the whole country is drinking.

 

Her white blouse becomes slick against her skin

she tells me who she is, but I ignore it

wanting her to be who I want her to be.

 

She is becoming poetry

she is drowning in her own fluids

and I am floating in the cosmos.

 

A representative from the spirit world

follows us, taking notes

wondering where I am in relation to her.

 

I say she is a pack of cosmic light

and I am an unknown arrangement of particles

we are the same world, the two of us dying away.

 

When I open my eyes, I don’t see god

sometimes I’d like you to convince me

to believe in heaven.

 

It is velvet here in the sky

I let it slide down my body

washing off the fingerprints and cobwebs.

 

With each snap of rain

I ask constellations to convince me

that I am not a fragment of a broken philosophy.