Everything is in flux as a rule right now:

by Pattie Flint

the night you came home is the night
I left it; walking barefoot in snow I
wasn't afraid of. The water was too
hot last night; and you were too honest.
I didn't want to know what you thought

because you think I don't exist; I am
no survivor, I am a tiger in a circus train
shivering as the snow falls down and
washes away my painted fool stripes.