Rain

Rain by Robert R. Ciccolini

We were a sticky love.

From the gap

in your saccharin smile

I was vacuumed in.

Into your private tornado, spinning in your pain,

stirring fast in the hot rage soup;

Your father who was never there,

your complexion,

your weight,

the friends who betrayed,

no one gets you,

your weight.

If I hear about your weight one more time.

I'm dizzy in your weather,

I'm cloudy in your sun,

and your words are all spelled the same now.

Maybe you are too heavy,

maybe you need to rain.