No Rain

Gentle is the breeze that strokes. Lifts, gathers.
Shadows disperse with clouds. No drizzle, no rain.
She urinates on the floor. No sense, no shame.
She wipes herself with her clothes. Shifts, listens.

Fatima Lasay, San Roque
Tuesday, June 17, 2014

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