Snow Fall


Selfie of me in a zoom waiting room.

“Maldoror, in his own words, received life like a wound…”
-Albert Camus, The Rebel


The snow falls heavily tonight,
no need to hide your tracks for once.
For once they can also see the sun but never feel it,
no need to hide numbness in your fingers and being.

The snow falls heavily tonight
no need to explain why you want to to turn the heat up until you sweat.
Finally, they look outwards and can only see darkness,
no need to explain why you feel exhausted at 4 pm.