I have such a bright memory –
our sturdy room that mom kept up
where we jumped from bed to bed
while thunder boomed outside
and you said
it’ll never stop raining.
But it did.
The sun came out and stayed.
You were dried
shriveled
shrunk
and have hoarded every drop
trying to outdrink the desert
ever since.
The bottom has no rocks.
The bottom has no bottom.
Just walls
all the way
down
wobbling
forever
in
half-
collapse.
Andy Havens 