Raise Ya Window, Honey
The world has stopped spinning
It has before.
Cars keep moving outside my window
while I wonder what it’s like to live in a world that doesn’t stop
or go dark every now and again.
The first time my mom comes in,
she asks if it’s one of the dark days.
I tell her yes through layers of blankets and shame
one much heavier than the other.
These days have come so often that I’m beginning to think no others exist.
Two hours pass
slow and thick as the air.
My mom comes in a second time
and opens the blinds like she’s found
a cure for this fire I am consumed by
this thirst that will not go away
It’s like God himself is talking to me when she speaks
“Raise ya window, honey. It rained.”
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A great write!