I am raining and raining
and raining some more.
the sky to open onto us.
I want it to spill its dark matter and its
white matter and its yellow matter
and its landfills. I want it to rain suns
onto our parade. I want it to
love us so much that it is willing
to turn us into heat,
And in preparation we can rebuild Noah’s ark
from your ribs. We can paddle out to sea with my
wings so that we can get another chance
to rename all these animals. You be Adam.
I’ll be Eve.
I find a white dove and
attach my heart against her sleeve, but
forty days has passed, and still
there is no sign of life.
Where is my asteroid. Where is my
Where is the light that I was
that we will all look up and smile,
thinking that after all this time,
we’re being saved