I sit on a trailer stoop
with a redhead, that looks like a boy version of my sister in law
not because all redheads look alike,
but because they both have that Mainer edge
he continues to talk about the money,
networking,
and the flashing lights,

I question if I really want to be doing this today,
and that tomorrow,

from the pool
I pull the words

I guess I just don’t want to be successful
and then it all clears
even if it continues to rain for the next
week