after
years of sodden
trips down 281
now seeing
stephenville
in the sunlight

i prefer
the dreary rain
over the rundown
facade glowering
undisguised by
roiling gray

not like i
have any room
to judge
i am still rather
ugly in the dark
and the sunlight
doesn’t do me any
favors at all

i cannot tell
the difference between
the stalkers and
those who hate me
so i hide in
plain sight among
the sparrows in
the shade
an ugly soul set
in an ugly frame
surrounded by
the remnants of hope

i wish it would
rain and wash away
everything
but wishes and prayers
are just loudly doing nothing
with imaginary friends
and mine are mad at me
for ignoring them