Fountain
ARC

someone asks what's wrong
I try to stop it but
the fountain has already begun again

feel boiling sorrow and frustration
pricking the backs of the eyes
then overflowing, rolling down
pulled by gravity and grief

why again
why now
everything was going so well
now it's shattered again
myriad fragments
all over clean white linoleum

I won't bother this time
I'll just go
drink some water
and say I feel better
when I don't know what better is