This is where we set our burden down,
our burden which has no name,
but has a face and a place of origin.
Life can happen instantaneously
if you aren’t careful. And we never are.
Nor do we enjoy the temper
of the new climate which has grown
around us like a pearl, but this
is a minor detail among
a million others just like it,
a snowstorm’s worth of facts
not important enough
to get down in writing.
I guess I’ll stay here, writhing,
until the feeling of being incompatible
in any given scenario finally gives way
to the feeling of being
merely incomplete.
-r. miller
*Insert Propaganda Here* 