Rewritten

the rain keeps coming
like it shuttled your last locks of hair
down a drain spinning

the rain keeps coming
like the sweat out of every pinprick and hole
like the sinew of muscles
broken, reset, straining
rebuilding

the rain keeps coming
like all the poems
i write and erase
re written

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