saturday, I prayed for rain
so the sky might feel relief.

dancing on edge, the quiet
pull off to the side and overflow
in languages unspoken.
the loud catch lights in the street,
keeping the worst of it a secret.
these lives are stretched from bleach
to bone like some little black ribbon
I could snip with a pair of sisscors.

and I prayed and prayed for rain
but rain never came.
(after all this, how can it be
the sky is just like me?)