Fragile Mosaics

so you let it rain and the rain was unwilling to stop. so you crossed into the intersection and the traffic refused to pause. sometimes the journey presses softly. other times it bears down hard.

the rain came quiet, but thick. i couldn't hear it, but the sky buzzed with water as i pretended not to get wet.

my math had faults, to be sure. as i calculated the distance. i was familiar with going too far and compensating for the loss.

the biography in our skin burrowing deeper. as the weight of the years adds up. the consent of touch unravelling as intimacy approaches.

the slope of right fumbling in all directions. glass voices shatter. and we sift through the shards. for anything resembling us.