The rain lives with 
me in my house.
              The rain is a cat.
              I am afraid the rain 
is going to sit on my face 
at night and kill me.
               I am ready for you, I
tell the rain.
              I sleep with a knife.
              The rain looks at me and
licks itself.

There was a knock at the 
It was the rain.
I said Come in.
The rain came in.
The rain was an old woman. 
                She was blind.
I helped her to a chair.
Why are you always moving? 
                I asked her.
Why don’t you stay in one 
That’s how my mother was, 
                she said.
And that’s how her mother

The rain
in me 
bows to 
the rain 
in you.