it’s raining, and I

it's raining, and I
by Solana Rose
I'm almost ready for you again,
ripe and ready like I was at 19 again and it'd be
different, like before, a change of pace
only now I'd be delving back into the archives,
combing catalogues for yes, in his 50s, yes
lived through the 70s, someone
smart enough and self absorbed enough
for me to safely fall into and in bed with
It's raining again, so unlike
LA to bring misty downpours like this when we are pressing
summertime when we are skirting
sideways through coming-of-age and coming-unglued
we drive cautiously (or not) and wait in traffic
cigarettes spindling empty through car windows and tardy mouths
it's raining, and i
miss your face, all lines and time spent and hours talked and
stories unfurling in the dark, always past midnight
I'm older now, and have my own car
We can leave my little sister out of it, and I'll meet you,
your side of town
(or down here, just a little bit sideways,
while you're skirting, pouring down on me like,
oh, springtime a few years ago,
but I'm a little bit older now,
if you still want me.)
Solana Rose has lately been filling diaries at neighborhood bars and actively seeking cool girls to hang with (as well as a place to house her guitars).
Website: solana-rose.com
Instagram: @solanarose94
Image by Karen Borter, found on Flickr: https://flic.kr/p/EzknWq