London Weather


United States

Our first evening in London he

Keeps his arm around my waist and I

Laugh at everything


He kisses me in the door of the flat

And doesn’t kiss me again until we wake up

The next morning beneath the frost-ridden window with

Sunlight trying to get through


We eat an English breakfast and go to a book store where

He buys me every book I point out

I will read them later

When I am wanting for an escape


Fog is lace wrapped around my neck

Poetic when I’m in love

Rope when I’m not

All I have to do is pull it tight

Kick away the chair




He has gone before two months have

Fog is a rope

The chair stays steady

I meet another and


Another and

Another and

Soon I realize


The London weather is not for me.


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