The Squirrelly Winter
of Fate
This morning I am suppressed.
Impressed. This
morning I am
depressed, even though, an
empress, I love the rain.
Rain after rain all night
and rain off and on for
days beyond. Or
behind.
My mind is more foggy days,
solemnity, temerity, tempor-
ality. (“No, Mom, I
don’t have
a fever.”) The
current, however,
is freezing.
Currently, I mean,
my currency is frozen, and the
likelihood of an early thaw
is dim to none (with zero
arguments over dim-sum).
Oil prices are tumbling
and winter is nearly here.
Or there. Hurrah!
