My mouth draws tight
there’s a twitch
above my left eye.
My face looks mean
because I’m not
in the best of moods.
I’m thinking
of dumb luck
that plays against me
chance and mischance
and girls’ whose names
were written on clouds.
They’ve dispersed now
all the clouds have
but the black
that hangs above my head
and makes it rain outside.
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