when your menstrual blood purifies an ex-lover’s energy from your body and the rain remembers it so

(Writing from the rain)

I remember you the rain says

As she falls across my face,

Gracing my cheek like a tear

I remember you,

and how you wept

the other day in bed,

when the blood came

and his entrails were coming

out of you

Coming out of your insides,

because that is no good place

to keep them

Your body, is not a house,

for storing his things-

The rain tells me

Your body, is not only, a place to put his things

As much as he wants to give it, you agree to receive it

You do not need to heal him- and bring his pain into your body like that

His grief, can be his

His grief, doesn’t have to be your responsibility

The rain starts to pound, as if emphasizing the point.

And then softer…

Until she is again only a soft trickle of a stream whisper in my ear...

Let go.


Let go.

Let go.

Let go of that which is not yours.

Let go of the lie that says you need

to house something foreign in order to be loved

Remember, who you are.