“I toyed with the thought that we might capsize. It was the order of the world, after all.” Housekeeping, Robinson

The ribbon of God chokes
my gored neck
setting fires in Eden,
we heirs of Adam’s ribs
know that when a thing screams,
it lives

What distraction is agony
I want to be a tragedy
I may fear an eternal return 
but, just this time, Nietzsche, 
I want to burn!