I am madness

I am madness

a laughing tear

exploding contracting and burning and sinking and

it feels like I’m light

(too light, like I’ll float away)

and at once there are

grief and mania and creativity and pain,

cats and dogs and cats in bags and

I feel like sitting in an empty room and babbling dry words.

It feels like everything’s moving too fast,

and why doesn’t it just slow down,

and why is this the way it has to be,

and why can’t I just move on,

and why do I feel like

climbing and striving and bending and breaking and bleeding and dying?

But those aren’t questions we ask around here.

I am madness,

and I am kneeling in the dirt,

cradling my broken hand,

and laughing at the pain.

Nothing that is so is so

Nothing that is so is so

Nothing that is so is so

And everything will work out for the best.