My beige flag
Is that I get caught in the rain
More often than I should
I walk with it dripping down my face
And don’t try to run
It’s as close as I can get
–This early autumn shower
Soaking through my shoes, my sleeves–
To what always itches beneath my skin
Without getting dangerous
It’s a win, I guess
Have an awful thought
Go for a rainy walk
A little baby victory
At least it’s better than the whiskey
With Love,
Natalie
