The trees pander to the wind the way I pander to your whims. Of course, the things we know are fleeting.

Do we simply stare at what is horrible and forgive it? 8211; Richard Siken. There is no reason for your flame to flutter around me anymore. My darkness pervades and engulfs everything with it. There may have been a warning about that, a sudden quivering of my lip, a missing flicker in my eyes, an open fire of accusations, incendiary performances like a portent of wildfires to come. Then again, when I look at tiny candles burnin.

School is out until mid January, kids are all home from school, and Christmas will be here and gone.