standing in the space between rainfall
an interstice i wish i could fit myself into
this too an area in which i have not succeeded
another place i haven't settled easily into.
life had become rather like walking through rain
(it always gathers on the tip of my nose,
the shape of my face funnels it there without fail)
rather than being comfortably in between streams
except for maybe three places
but only one of those three can be known for certain
as a fit that will never change.
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