Theories

1.

The night mirrors our unalloyed melancholy.
And the day devours us like a bird sandwich.



2.

A school bell ushers us into morning,
where breakfast is a sedative
to douse the children’s screams.



3.

Everyone insists I should fill my house with flowers,
under the pretext that plants are what people
love the most.
I dismiss them sarcastically:
"I also love children—
should I be hanging their heads around my house?!"



4.

We head to the hospital in search of medicine,
but we drag the screams of women behind us when we leave.