i.
i wanna yank the sun down from its perch. 

ii.
a blue sky’s a blue sky but goddamn it’s so much prettier when it rains
then grey swallows me and my irises blend themselves with the world and it’s cold and my hair holds itself in ropes and i feel
clean.

iii.
it’s metallic and fresh and that smell like grass trees leaves flowers - Earth took in a big breath and sighed for the first time in a long time,
washing down roads soiled by cars like disgruntled beetles that like to grind grime into the asphalt, wiping their eyes frantically to remove any trace of cloud spit

iv.
water’s sucked down into storm drains 
white noise replacing birdsong 
and lightning illuminating life behind these panes of glass in irregular staccato pulses. 

v.
the sun is up now, 
and if i pulled it down, i’d put it in a box and i would give it to you. because i know how much you love its warmth and the birds that bask in its light and sing. but would its fire extinguish like a candle if it were here for too long?

vi.
right now you’re laughing at a piece of dandelion fuzz that got stuck on your lip when you tried to make a wish

vii.
and that laugh..
that laugh; clear and clean and beautiful. 
it feels like rain on my skin

viii.
i think i’ll leave the sun where it is for now.