Hoping for an Opening
Nathaniel Rosenthalis
Hard rain hurts the neck, which is that soft. A part
to cut. Not to be so grim
and guillotine-gullible, but I have been; safe-
ty, thank you, operates heavy.
Craning backwards, I was warned of bags, big time debris
liable to fall on me (“as if only”). But I report now
back to you, soft
bands everywhere for falling onto, like hard
rain.