lost and found

the winds have shifted, and the stench of nausea blows from her belly.
the monsoon’s over, she thought, blowing kisses to clouds of black.
she must walk a new shore, swim in a new river,

rain-dance a little more.
she must sing to the gods of waves
false idols + ego.

she must flow, just effin’ go. and she will,
because she found herself in the rainbow.