OverTheRainbow

ugh it's raining again,

i text my best friend when i wake up & look out the window

onto an already gray & gloomy world.

rain rain rain rain rain rain rainy november like all 

precisely one year ago i went to school after election day and felt like driftwood in an uncertain sea.

It's cold here, I reply to my grandparents when they ask how our week's going. It's cold, and wet, and already I am helping my friends put up Christmas decorations and string LEDs across their rooms, playing holiday music to try

darling i think the prettiest thing of it is that i

have been dreaming about this moment since i was little,

pressing my mouth to the back of my hand to see what it felt like to be touched like that,

vermont is a half-finished poem with all the lines scratched out. 

grandfathers who’ve lived here their whole lives still talk of leaving, 

it is november now which is unbelievable

because last night we got blisters on our feet running

house to house in too-small rainboots, our wings

flapping lopsidedly behind us. it rained on and off