A Rainy Day

today’s that kind of a day-
like a dreamless sleep, uneasy,
on crumpled sheets,
when you feel too hot in your blanket but cold outside
you toss, turn, curl, lie, on your stomach, on your back,
all the while trying to get comfortable,
but you fail

today’s that kind of a day-
like your favorite dish, served cold
you don’t hate it, you don’t relish it either
the sauce feels pasty, rubbing against the grain of your tongue
like liquid licorice, unlike celery
something oozes out, and you like it,
but it’s raw

today’s that kind of a day-
like your old man, bitter,
for his misfortunes, misgivings,
what he could’ve been, but didn’t
that one time you offered to pay his bills
and he was too poor to turn you down
but he did

today’s that kind of a day-
like that smell, musty
when you forget to leave your windows open
and your house feels lonely,
it traps its loneliness inside, as a smell,
trying to guilt trip you for abandoning it
but you don’t

today’s that kind of a day.