Kristen de Kline #151 after the rain

after the rain
that sun   lit up

from behind clouds
like a Renaissance painting

Bernie tells me where to find
a decent coffee   runs red dye

into my crown   her fingers smell
of tobacco     the No. 2 clippers

buzz away at my scalp   a whiff
of CK Eternity   I notice

her
breathing   

it's laboured,   musky

we spend the night   finely
cutting cabbage leaves

disinfecting knives
in boiling water

after the rain
that sun   lit up