What We Talk About When We Talk About Madness

we broke like eggs,

not China

enjoying the mushy

sunshine texture

of our insides

oozing together

as the pilot lit

and we pan-fried

into oblivion

 Snow is what it does.
It falls and it stays and it goes.
It melts and it is here somewhere.
We will all get there.
–Fredrick Seidel