Spontaneously, families
un-estrange,
don't speak,
can't fight. Like it
or not, everyone grows
closer, looks
cutely blue-
tinted—and everywhere
the idea grows simpler;
letters get wetter
and the math
a lot drier—all around,
the blue-
colored
birds land, dropping
huge mice,
which belly-
flop back into the hot water.
Nothing's
right. Nothing's
the matter;
time's liquefied
so nothing
is really sudden, but
nonetheless, in less
than an instant,
the little bit of
everything
that's left—just
goes white.
