Rain Was Not Always a Raging Metaphor

for loneliness, I tell you
it happened when you heard
that the bee died after the sting.

When in your head
you said: B is a letter
and an animal, and be.

And you had to stop there,
for a moment, between
the clouding sky

and your bare feet,
to shake your head to
really think.

Michelle Hendrixson-Miller is an MFA candidate at Queens University of Charlotte, where she served as poetry editor of Qu. Her poems have appeared in Poem, Poems & Plays, Josephine Quarterly, Main Street Rag, The Lake, and One.

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