My shoulder knows
I have shitty
sleeping patterns
and it’s screaming
about it.
The rain is putting
its wet finger in my
shoulder’s gaping mouth
and it is churning
all the soft insides.
The rain is also kissing
me,
because it’s turned
on the hipster bedroom
music

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