a night, di Eloise Drake

a night

there’s something in the air that

speaks to the piercing rain -

some giant, flailing wisp of interminable beauty

the dazzling electroshock of occasional

sprinting spears -

wondrous in appearance,

sinister in execution

the moon lingers in water but

disappears on land -

a delicate pool of illuminated sand

with no distinction from the blazing

sun of tomorrow

will the endless drops of rain destroy the

tiny wings of the moth?

so fragile and defenseless,

it finds shelter beneath my porch and

loses itself in the ceiling lamp

my clock— synced mere seconds past yours, carves a great chasm we fail— to match everything at

lying in our bed in a wet towel awaiting your arrival— just wanting you to want me— every part of me for one solid hour

sunlight pours through the trees - I stand to watch as light kaleidoscopes through branches,

a deep chill delving straight to bone fragmented shadows become full figures - long and lithe,

just never quite knowing how to be a person— my formative years wrecked by white-out graffiti a brief glimpse of that

a strong wind wails beyond my window - it cracks the shutters and splits the screen it tears at my roots

weepy, faraway freak under imaginary interrogation lights— they sear into clandestine melancholy she has tried so hard to keep it c…