we shared an umbrella one afternoon,

and i remember the patterns on the sidewalk, 

the droplets hitting the curb,

the loud drumming on the canopy -

but not why we were there

or where we were going,

which mattered not at all.

just take it, i say,

as long as you take everything. 

take it the fuck away from me

and leave nothing, not even bones to feed the soil.

if there could be nothing left but a salted wasteland,

it would be fine.