Deflating

Rain on

Yourself

But no one

Else.

Let their joy

Stay as such

And mold

Your own

Misery

Into whatever

San Francisco

Gold

That’s being

Sifted

Out

From the riverbank.

(Illustration by me)


Looking for a new read? Take the car out for a moonlit drive 🌙 , roll the windows down 🚗 , crank up the jukebox oldies 🎵 , and check out my debut poetry collection Strange Cars in the Night on Amazon today.

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