there’s a window/maybe it’s an opportunity/and maybe it’s just a window/beneath the grey sky/a maroon couch sits on hard wood/i sit on the hard wood/friends talk with each other and the dog in another room/rain curls around the roof/the tops of leaves that sway with a well-organized wind/it makes the rain go sideways/maybe the window is about to drop out of UIC because everyone commutes/or it’s my Mini Cooper is parked at the entrance of a cul-du-sac/or reading the Merchant of Doubt for the first time/i can see as rain slows/and the garage door opens partially/we lay with our heads under the door/what’s left of rain a few inches from our head/the roof creating a slight partition/so that we may see both the sky safe from rain and the ceiling of the garage/a lot of things might happen/and most of them will happen eventually
