Miles to go


It’s about to pour down
rivers of rain
and suddenly
I don’t care.

Because I am prickly, stickly sweaty from
summers ill heat.

Just so my hair doesn’t cling
to my tears
I peel it back from my face.
and I peel my skin back
from my itchy bones

and the sky is dark
while my stomach is sick.

I miss you.


you’re better now.