When It Rains… by Magen MacKay

 

When It Rains

After months of drought
I emerge

soaked.

Our bodies quenched,
I salt the earth between us
So nothing grows.
Instead, I gift purple plums
      that ripen and rot
      on shaved necks:
            billboards of shame.
Short showers promise solace, only
the drops, wholly

evaporate on exorcised skin.

Magen MacKay is a writer, actress, and comedian living and working on the east coast of Canada. Her need for attention is insatiable.

Copyright © 2014 by Magen MacKay

 
 

 
 

 
 

 
 

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