she is made up entirely of rain. hurricane birth. rain on playgrounds. weeping puddles. an all around gray childhood. color happened when she skinned her knees which she did frequently. god what a seductive red she bled, a scarlet ribbon, a cascading shred. age seventeen. rain on steamy car windows. kissing kevin salcedo like it was the second to the last day on earth. there was some color there too, red kissing rash, mostly, which she got frequently. god what a seductive red she said, a scarlet betrayal on her face to dread. and now the desert. nothing but sun. and neon. her womanhood defined. a final escape from all things wet. she thought. and there it goes again, THE DESPARATE NEED TO MAKE COLOR! life awareness rains through her body mingles melancholy with passion, promises to cleanse, threatens to flood. rain in her heart. slippery when wet. she skins her soul frequently it seems. but god, what a seductive red she fled, that scarlet letter held on by a thread...