I will never be strong enough to hold onto the rain. The shutters knock gently against The world blinks once, and I wonder how many people and if it’s the same number
my windowpanes and outside,
the neighbors’ lamplights look like
spit out teeth.
then twice,
out of the seven billion on this earth
are in love,
as the stones that the women are holding pressed
in their pockets
as they sleep quiet
at the bottom of a pool.
