cube psyched

there's rain where you are
hiss and crinkle on the pavement
the celophane movement
of shiny covers, sharkskin pants.
i wasn't going to talk to you today-
too many dashed hopes in the soup
makes the ones you-flavored steam
from the spoon. going for a rebound
was the best way to cool that off
but that's not really the ball that gave me
the black eye. it's how you call
when i need you to. now. rather than when
we were in court.