Feb 7, 2024
In the narrow hours of the night I will wake to a downpour; through the window see your trashcans shining. I will swaddle myself in your warmest jacket, put on my big rain boots. I will brave this storm for you.
And when I am cold and wet and beyond porch light's reach, trashcans in tow, I will watch the world past your driveway. I will love the way dark turns form to silhouette, how the sound of my steps drown beneath the rain's big hush. I will want to leave you and your trashcans. To wander the earth as all lost things do.
#phrasing inspired by I Will by Mitski#mind adds final lines of Margaret Atwood's Speeches For Dr Frankenstein to the end ('I will not come when you call') but thats a me problem#goddamnit i was trying to write something romantic but it ended up being about religious alienation again#whatever i had a dream about a post with a premise like this so i decided to make it a reality#my poetry#trashcans#(trashcannots)#im supposed to be rushing to finish my CPR recertification rn#meposting#rain
