I married a hurricane, and still get surprised when it rains.

Take a drag
Look up
Feel the void
Hear the silence
What are we?
Matter?
What a silly word
Who decided what matters?
That ever present phrase
It matters it’s important
Because, because they said so

“what are we?” she asked

with despair, he replied, ”we’re nothing”

As we sit down to our dinners,
as we open our romance books,
people die.

We sip our water;
their guts spill open.
We study our notes;
their planes crash.

We live;
they die.
We breathe;
they suffocate.

We are testaments to chance,
to luck, to possibility.

We are not products of God.

We are blind goats trotting on our path
before we perish, suddenly,
and vanish into death.

Dark rooms
with blacked-out windows.