never sure

She's telling the debt collectors to take a number,

She tells the doorbell to go to hell-

Her mailbox is spitting envelopes into the sky

The door's lock is busted and she could care less
the reasons why

All dreams eventually die

If not realized-

All eyes cry (from time to time

Falls on her tongue

Melting instantaneously

Like snowflakes or confectioners sugar

And she's always certain that she's never sure