Rain on Sunday

Only if you have a few to spare

he told me as he

boarded the plan out of town.

If it weren’t for those words

            I might have fought his life

as one does

               a cold,

but this is the way

            words can work,

they divert us

                    from pathways

onto new highways,

                        & sometimes

            directly into

oncoming traffic.

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Frank G. Karioris (he/they/him/them) is a writer and educator based in Pittsburgh whose writing addresses issues of friendship, masculinity, and gender. Their work has appeared or is forthcoming in Pittsburgh Poetry Journal, Collective Unrest, Maudlin House, Sooth Swarm Journal, and Crêpe & Penn amongst others. They are a regular contributor to Headline Poetry & Press.