Rainy Day

I like you a little 

too much

too much for the

drip-drop

flash-flood, cavernous

swelling

that

shrinks me inside

The long, tire-swing

elbow days

dried up quickly

with plans

plans

plans

of everything that

tongue-ties me

or

shuts
       me

            out

& in a second

I might

lose you

to an ego

(or something

of the same

nature)

you’ll be a strider

skimming some slick

surface of a

pristine pool

I’ll be a shoulder, thumb, heel

a disjointed,

irregular extremity

always thinking

far
    to
        little
           
of myself