When It Rains
After months of drought
I emerge
soaked.
Our bodies quenched,
I salt the earth between us
So nothing grows.
Instead, I gift purple plums
that ripen and rot
on shaved necks:
billboards of shame.
Short showers promise solace, only
the drops, wholly
evaporate on exorcised skin.
Magen MacKay is a writer, actress, and comedian living and working on the east coast of Canada. Her need for attention is insatiable.
Copyright © 2014 by Magen MacKay