when it rains it pours
i’m your thunderstorm; your fucking tornado
skin melting like candlewax off shaky bones
screaming, and crying, and folding into the pillow
until there’s nothing left to complain about
but dust and feathers
when it rains, it’s ugly
it’s muddy feet and bleeding teeth
as you peel off rotten boards of wood
from your chesapeake home, ’cause it’s bullshit
the mythology we’ve built ourselves up on
when the wind snaps tree-branches
and sends leaves falling to the ground, and the power lines
snap like rubber bands, it’s all about me
about the static electricity, sparking at my fingertips
and poems that fall flat, dripping off my knees
like melted ice
and maybe you’ll grow, and change, and tell me you’re sorry
some day over the rainbow
but for now, i think i’ll cut out your false history
and set it aflame
’cause when it rains, i’m made of melting tissue-paper
and it’s all coming out of me, ugly and blubbering
i’ll sweep your houses out to sea
i’ll flood a lake and drown a city
pretend it doesn’t bother me
spitting out bitter apple-seeds on the lawn