November 30, 2020


It Is Raining Somewhere


It Is Raining Somewhere

It is raining somewhere.
The thought of it sticks.
It is raining somewhere
and love makes me sick.

It is sleeping, this love,
I remember when it was
wide awake for years and
how the rain was like our

love, treacherous like a
throat slit, like the spell
of witchery, like a hole

six feet down, like a coffin.
It is raining somewhere
because my bones ache.

Article © Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal. All rights reserved.
Published on 2019-05-27
Image(s) are public domain.

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