Through the west wall
our neighbors still
decide to get drunk.

You go into the basement,
pull out a red bag–
hammer and nails.

Framed photo of your great-
grandfather, we
slam it on the wall.

We’re stuffed
with a dry night
cough. We’re stuck

inside. Finally.
A good reason
for the rain.

(originally published in Hobart, Winter 2022; republished in HAD, Fall 2022)