people who cry way too much know the signs of a breakdown like the back of their hands.
this is sort of like predicting a tsunami.
these people would be good at
forecasting the weather report
on channel nine action news
in the evening.
2015 was not a banner year for me
but lowering my expectations of life is no use because i wouldn't have anything to live for
in the morning
see in the winter
i survive because the weatherman tells me that spring
is on it's way.
my heart is still
heavy with icicles
my eyes are still
producing a sixth ocean
every other day
that my hands are tired of drying
because it loosens their grip on the future
i cling so tightly to