Jen Provenzano

Else

No more rain. The trees still rained.
I would rather be finding cloud shapes
     three stretches ago when people could still hear me.
          Seeing german telephones.
Lists will brim with dormant words.
Will they hear if I am else?
If only I changed my reflection
    if only I could be someone.
What if I gathered stones
    Searing with fixed vibrations?

If the world ends I'll be the last to die.