the biggest problems come from being :: peter grandbois

“Darkness, my sole light! Death’s shadows, so clear to me! Take me! Take me to live with you! I am no longer fit to look to gods for help, no, nor mortals neither.” —Ajax, from Ajax by Sophocles

After night sinks into
its private stillness,

and you stand before a mirror
turned the wrong way,

remember that the world, too,
is exhausted, having devoured

everything it could from sky.
You’ll need to look elsewhere

for something to hold you
together, lavender ice cream,

perhaps, or the neighbor’s cat.
Considering how often

we must reinvent ourselves,
how many times we try to speak

the silent language of the Absent,
it’s no wonder we choose to stumble
away from the one story worth telling.