Make It Rain
Have you ever just looked at someone and thought, “I really love you”. They’re just talking or humming or watching a movie or reading a book or laughing or something, and there’s something about them in that moment that makes you think, “I just really love you”
This empty room is full of white
spaces, echoes bounding
light held close to the chest.
Feet carve slots for wilting legs
to follow as hips, thrown to the floor,
tumble over slapping thighs,
knees bent to form legible words.
Wilting shadows crane to spot
resemblance in the dusting of arms
fluttering through air,
dancing to the quaver
of an empty room, a cavity
reflecting back a stillness.
Two women in New York City, both struggling between being who they are and who they want to be, and both needing help to get there. Is it better to stay in the safety of pain, or to stumble through the darkness of the unknown in hopes of breaking free? Either way it isn’t an easy road. But when is life ever easy?