the rain is perfectly vertical
so my legs stay dry
while my head gets wet
it’s sixty degrees
it’s december 11th
standing under a tree
cloaked in pine scent
plus a burning emulsion
of needles and lint
two women one window
with their hair slicked straight back
now the rain is more angled
now my ankles are bent
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