i have never sat
with my back to an
open window during a storm

felt the back and forth
breeze upon my elbows

while listening to the sound of
nearby one way traffic

just staring

off into the air
exhaling the smoke
from my throat
lying against some
middle aged cedar

i have thought about
how i had never before
thought about this

(and maybe it turns out
that i am just too busy
when it storms)

i do not,
rather i do
not
want to
resemble
you