dear prism, prison of light.
the children laugh and tell me that white
isn’t really a color.

so I painted myself see-through
and threw myself into
my life
wholeheartedly without reservation without hour-long-conversations about the pros cons earned-vacations are not to be tread upon with words-elation emerges in a state of emergency if your breathing is deep the urgency seems vivid but distant

like an opportunity after you missed it
like an unwilling partner after you kissed them
like a hurricane’s ever-increasing statistics

THIS IS IT!!!
IT’S THE BIG ONE! THE TRIPLE HEART OF THE UNIVERSE HAS COME! MY CAPS-LOCK IS ON AND IF I HIT SHIFT-1 ENOUGH WE ALL MIGHT RUN 2 HIGHER GROUND.

Our prayers to Us, We hope We make it out.