"Next morning I'll confess I overmarmaladed
the toast on purpose, trying to make up
for the chromatic deficiency, for orangelessness,
though the sky begins to show at times
we can observe, now, look -"
It's outrageous! Infuriating!
Every life is a tragic arc,
and there's nothing to be done
to bend it otherwise.
Watching a train wreck
while on the train,
Our best hope?
To be
numb.