Anticipating the Storm

Old poem. Same feeling.

20:35 & it's raining again,
rain tapping at the roof outside my room
outside the window where I lay
among the lumps & tangles of my bed,
one hand reaching up to almost touch
the screen--

20:37 & it's thundering
idly, grumbling; these great clouds
rolling over each other, shaking drops
off onto our shingles, sheet metal--

20:39 & the peepers
are desperate, screaming--

I'm thinking about heat, about
sweat, about communication
& how the space between us

was so thin, the heat of skin,
electrons repelling electrons;

dispersion forces bring molecules
together, make them link,
bond. Covalent, ionic, ironic.

20:52 & the rain is drying
in the dark. 20:54 & I'm lying
with one hand on my stomach,
the other tucked behind my head
lolling, limp & soft, waiting,
staring at the clutter of my wall.

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