I hope you can forgive me.
When I said I am,
I meant I seem. And when I said
The Earth is round, I meant
It looked round. You don’t
Believe much in science. You think
There is no chemical response
when I tell you I’m depressed.
Sorry — I seem depressed.
Literally, a flower is in front of your face,
And you question it.
Here is a flower. No —
I hold what seems like a flower.
When an earthquake occurs, you’ll say,
Those movements felt like an earthquake.
It was, and is, an earthquake.
You can’t deduct truth from a situation
Using language. You can only be precise with it.
Oh, be. You hate be. To be, an anomaly
In communication. What is be? Assume a state?
Turn into another thing, far different from the
Previous version of yourself? Be concocts
An idea of an abstract future. Is. Are. Be. Was. Been.
It won’t matter much.
I’ll be leaving you.
You are an *******.
You don’t seem like one —
You are actually one.
I am stating that as a fact. Pontificating, if you will.
I am tired of your *******.

a january's chill made her breath spring out like steam from a kettle.
she faltered through the crag
with only the ring of a church bell
and the caw of a raven to sway her mind from the numbing cold
that swallowed her ears, and cemented her eyes
in a fairy tale that could only pick the grey from the rainbow.
a band aid over a calloused hand, placed some lavender on my castle walls.
i would have brought roses, she said.
but i waited too long.
a lone dilatory tear hit stone and to her surprise the earth did not crumble.