rain catches you
One of those days
idle days make for rampant thoughts
Drove across for the country
for a job
that’s been my constant
for years
four years
a job that is coming to an end
change and new beginnings
but til then
I wait for the send off
I do his dishes
and put his pills in their case
domesticated in a way
that I’ve seen before
that if I were a woman-
I would protest.
capable of many things
but fak-
let me cater to you
is a Destiny Child’s classic
and I like it.
There’s only so much time
you can spend in your room
internet spiral
Articles on how to pursue careers
and give up others
overdose and
gun legislation
and a young girl protests the right
for her hair
to exist
in it’s natural state.
For her to exist in her natural state.
you send your energy
your vibes
her way
and hope she feels it
gotta get out of this room
gotta write your brother’s wedding ceremony
and decide if you are comfortable with female strippers
who also give 20 dollar handjobs
but what if they were male strippers
still no jobs for me
as I’ve contemplated this path
a lot
this past year.
but maybe you’re the sexist.
ha
maybe.
gotta eat
gotta call mom
gotta walk
you get caught in the rain
the gentle sprinkle becomes a downpour
and you realize
the rain has caught you.
others flee
duck for cover
anchor
and/or
abandon their umbrellas
but you don’t have anywhere else to be
but right here.
Be where you are.
you continue on your walk
you pass storefronts as people look at you
your wet t-shirt contest existence
in this September first rain
and it’s just you
the rain
and the streets
you stroll for blocks
this rain
came thru
is giving you
lyfe
you tuck your phone
with it’s cracked screen
into different pockets
and then finally
into your underwear
to shelter it from the drenchedness
of your attire
transmitter park is ahead
gotta pee
you crawl under the bridge
and suddenly your iphone 6 with it’s cracked screen
slips out of your panties
and in-between the rocks.
you throw off your sandals
and start to move large boulders
anxious to find your phone
so much for your idle day
your brain whispers
the rain slowly stops
as you move these stones
and you are grateful for the testosterone
that has enabled you
to lift big things.
the urgency to get your phone
is much
and ya still gotta pee.
you crouch under the bridge
and piss a strong stream
get some pee on your jean shorts
that are already so wet
so it’s irrelevant
and that’s freeing
back to moving these boulders
of sorts
slide your hand
between the cracks
to gather your phone.
you gather yourself.
walking barefoot through the puddles
concrete
and mud
rinse off in the children's playground sprinkler
feels a bit redundant
unnecessary maybe
but it feels good.
you wandered to a different sandwich shop
but order the same sandwich
you always do
you probably should do your laundry.
thank you rain
for catching me.
for coming thru.
and thank you yellow/spanish rice.
for holding my phone all night
and allowing the speakers to see another day.
