Though Rain Curses The Window Let The

Today Life Opened Inside Me Like An Egg.

We Talked Death With Burned-up Intensity, Both Of Us Drawn To It Like Moths To An Electric Light Bulb. Sucking On It!

And Within The House Ashes Are Being Stuffed Into My Marriage, Fury Is Lapping The Walls, Dishes Crack On The Shelves, A Strangler Needs My Throat, The Daughter Has Ceased To Eat Anything.

Abundance Is Scooped From Abundance Yet Abundance Remains.

I Am Younger Each Year At The First Snow.