rain rain rain.
i can’t
jump jump jump
there’s a lead weight in my chest.
holding me down.
about the weight – not the ‘rest’ that Sarah seeks
it’s hard and slick and black.
and it
weighs weighs weighs.
the weight sits, lodged in the heart of my chest.
malice.
it is sharp sided and pricks the muscle and tissue around it.
it will not let itself be forgotten.
machines will not move it.
people can not talk it up nor down.
like the castle of christ, it “will not be moved”.
it is a weight.
and i feel it.
deep.
and it
weighs weighs weighs.
on me.
Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 