“today’s forecast is rain
of course
but you won’t open the curtains
to check
there are six mugs
half drunk
by your bed and
a broken vein
from your heart to your hip.
‘you are a part of the universe’
your mother says
with another cup in her hands-
‘isn’t that worth getting out of bed for?’
the rain begins then and hell
the forecast
could be an alien invasion
and you still wouldn’t peel
the blinds back to see.”