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