when the sun is melting down
the sky & there’s a rainstorm
in your head
that’s the best time
to shovel coal into the furnace
& steam open the seals that keep
your madness at bay
you will overthink your thoughts &
you will overthink last week &
you will overthink astrology &
you will overthink these words &
when there is nothing left to burn
you can create
a brand-new world to obsess over
oh
isn’t it nice when your heart is made out of ice?
