Rachel Chen
Forecast
After my parents began falling out of love,
I spent car rides imprinting my chin
on the back window pane
as rivets of rain marched
determinedly,
single-mindedly,
downwards,
a faint, dissonant harmony
drowned out
by the gentle slosh of our tires
slicing across highways,
rolling ceaselessly onwards.
Rachel Chen spends most of her time looking for rabbit holes in a biology lab without windows.