Susan Smith Nash


Its the same

pain, shame, game

played in the space

of a name,

of a face


Wet do you feel it?

droplets immiscible

oil & water

tears & rain


Why didnt you tell me

before you left me

in a sudden summer shower



Ive seen it

youve been it

and the story never ends;

now we have to be awkward friends


Our essences equally skewed

like density or just that rainbow sheen

on rain puddles Ive already seen

and so we float only on the surface

trying too hard to be weightless

(you know its hopeless)


I had almost forgotten

before memories stopped in,

lost, misbegotten

like the chill of rain

spilled the same

as pain

or unexpected rain;

as on me, your name,

an indelible stain.