Sometimes, when I cross my legs
And let myself fall backwards,
I imagine that I can feel your weight
Fall on top of mine.

I imagine the creak of my bed
As you kneel below my feet,
The caress of your hands as they move
To my knees, up my thighs,
Over my hips, up my sides
With the rest of your body following,
Covering me up like a living blanket.
I imagine your hands coming to a stop
Above my shoulders, the way you might
Position yourself so as not to smother me completely,
But then again, maybe you'd fall on top of me
And smile as I try to push you away,
Only to pull you back. I imagine
Your face moving above mine to kiss my forehead,
And moving back down to rest in the curve of my neck
As your arms circle around my shoulders
And you pull me up in a hug.
I imagine that we'd lay like that for a minute, and then
As I'm losing my breath, you'd roll over and pull me with you
So that I could curl into your side
And we could rest together.

I wish I could hold your weight above me.
I loathe not my own physical weakness,
But the space that stands between us--
I'd hold you up forever if you'd come a little closer.

It stormed yesterday.

So I wrote a shitty poem about it.


First storm in months to break the drought
Months of nothing, until suddenly
Two days and two nights of nonstop water from the sky

It's like the clouds were playing a trick on us, but now
They cannot hold their laughter in any longer

A solid inch of standing water--hell, it might even be two--
Offers to carry me across the parking lot
But the molecules cannot hold me up
And so I fall under the brim

My little black ballet flats soak completely through
And it occurs to me that maybe I should take into account
The weather whilst deciding what to wear
But I guess it's too late for today

Cold feet, cold toes, cold seeps through all of me
Until I'm shivering all day, and my feet aren't dry until lunch

Call me a devil for praying for the rain to stop
It's just that I don't have any socks