CAN WE PLEASE TALK ABOUT THE STORM AFTER THE CALM

In valle de bravo the lake is so empty they 

found temples in its banks and 

sometimes when i’m driving I turn my 

wipers off because 

I think the rain has stopped. And 

I always hoped I was a glass half full kinda

guy but maybe I’m just lake half empty. 

Maybe the rain is my ruin and there are ruins 

and the ruins are religious. Maybe

you can smooth clay with a bit of water

but it will still burst in the kiln.

And my tracing verses in the shards

won’t render them real it

just reshapes my ruin into religion into rain

hiding the ruins but I fail to find

comfort in the cracks.

My uncle was an archaeologist in mexico

until the government failed to hollow him

out and now he too is ruined.

And the rain is religion and reshaping and

the ruin is religions but the ruined just

want rain.

This rain is only ruin and

it’s not raining so there are ruins and

when I turn my wipers off,

my windshield fills with halos.