My favorite boy is writing about rain.
Consider the implications of so much water:
          transparency, refraction,
          light bends and bends again.

Consider the cycle
          as a possible course of action.
Consider digging a trench for him to fill,
          consider seeking your own level.

He does it again and again.

Consider him:
          your tall drink of water,
          your cupped palms,
          your thirst.

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3 thoughts on “CKTSMLPDLN:

  1. […] but I’ve made up for last week’s silence. There’s a terrible response poem beside a lame love poem, some mixed metaphors, an attempt at form (and Filipino), and then two about […]

  2. Isabel says:

    This took my breath away.

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