Walking in the rain
always makes me want a re-do
a chance to delete everyone’s notions of me
and be that girl
who writes sardonic lists
for McSweeney’s

the born-agains are all over it
water can do that to you
erase all that dusty ache
grant a clean slate

everyone elbows for a path under the awnings
but I let my coat get soaked
thinking wry and clever things
repenting for the forgiveness
of being peppy
for so long.