Constantly had rain given me anxietyThe heart would pound, shoulders tensedCold weather piercing through bonesThe most dreadful time of painButOnce a fond memory in the downpourA house in ruins, much to clean and fixNo electricity, no running water, only...

  We used to meet at thisenclosed bus stop.Glassed in, like ablurry-eyed goldfish.Diesel morning sadness.We were drunks, dead, andstill dreaming.There was Chuck, Dog,LeftyLuckyand Beth.We shared our minusculeamounts of liquor, and sangold Motown favorites."Mama said there'd be dayslike this."These were the...