My Laundry Isn’t Drying I fell out of a dream in black and white, even though my alarm isn’t ringing yet. Outside my wide open window are the streets bathed in the scent of rain. The sun keeps shutting itself away, while slivers of cloud are lazily drifting in the sky. There’s a single drop falling, grazing the back of my neck, & I find my fingers searching for an umbrella. (The sky is murky. The rain is dancing. The sky is blurry. The rain is singing.) As I held my body close to yours, as if attached to your back, I felt like I’ve gotten closer to you than usual. Yet you’re pretending not to notice?