When it rains

It rains while I work;

A pathetic fallacy

Designed just for me.

National Poetry Month


When I get back

I run away from most things:

from unfinished assignments,

from could-have-beens and should-have beens,

from an over-protective family,

and an interfering mother.

It’s the only way I can be sure

that they’ll be there,

waiting for me

when I get back.