[moches]

this is my first in a while.

september 1, 2013 - drought's end

the first drop is the alarm blaring, the bacon sizzling, the
dog licking my face. i thought it was you but you were never
one for speeches. no, this is a drizzle, a little
mist to refresh the eyes, get them to work again

it’s never over

i thought
i had forgotten how, that my monsoon season was finally over, but
no. you tore it out of me again, dug your bladed words into my earth
as you wrenched out chunk after chunk of me. it’s been
so many times you’ve done this that
i can no longer bleed, but if you scratch off the top layer, the
dust, i am still soil
still 70% water
but it hurts so much more than that