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Fidget up a rainstorm
like in elementary school when they taught about the water cycle–
the sun heats a pond, makes the water drops so excited that they fidget up into the sky,
join a cumulus clique,
until they get sick
with dancing in the club
and precipitate from the party.
—
I’m too anxious tonight
beneath the dancing lights
sweating out my stress at not knowing how to small talk,
strangers squish and squirm, limbs sliding over
this slick swamp
pricklin’ at my skin–
gross
can’t get over this,
I fidget up a rainstorm,
my nerves, my brain
tell me to evaporate out of the party
go home
and melt under the shower
to wispy thunder.