I like the rain. I’m not allergic to it. I embrace it. If it were November and icing perhaps I wouldn’t have run out with a tank top and my grandpa’s old blue windbreaker, but still. His windbreaker is wet. It smells like maybe he did. He’s been dead 3 years now. I wear my other grandpa’s ring on my index finger. Old things from people I love make me feel safe.

today is good. my armpits smell wet. here is the photo of my blue windbreaker wetness.