pooled water

rain, rain

rain on me

I always wished

for you to

be the water

soaking my soul

like you did then

when our flannel

kept us warm

and our weed

kept us high

and playground swings

felt more steady

than college dorms

when driving at 3 am

felt more alert

than the day shifts

and when pool halls

felt more like home

than home did

because you were there

breaking balls

pulling cash

for us

to never end up

an us

just puddles

in different places

of pooled water


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