Friends feel like enemies and strangers, rictus smiles behind glass.
I watch the soft rain, finally cool autumn, colorful leaves in wet clumps in the street.
Dynasty Express doesn’t have coffee, but sweet hot tea, and this night it warms me.
Brother in Christ, but am I in Christ, any more?Love is not enough if it will not wipe away tears.
Brother, has not lived me life, cannot understand why I am angry and afraid.
Keep smiling, all is well, but from this time now I will keep my distance. I will not trust him.
Dark cotton hoodie becomes dark as it’s soaked in the rain. Pretty girls laugh beneath umbrellas.
Water soaks in the cotton, a matching line punishing and pushing back.
So much that isn’t protection, despite what we want, what comforts us.