I am mad

today, indignant skyfemme

I sweep the house

turning on lightbulbs

accelerating music

till it syphons out the rain

on the tin roof

loud enough to make you crazy

because he left you, looked

you right in the eye (I mean me)

looked you smack in the face and said in a sober

voice that he didn’t love you

so you (or me if you want to get

technical) fell off the roof spattered like rain

deceased and crumbled and cried and played

Billie Holiday very noisily

to drown out your

(my) grief