the cave floor.

she let her hair and his
the black and the blond
entwine and spin
a yarn across the cave's damp floor
- one-ply, two-ply -
a braid, a knot
that no one could undo
or cut.

there are days
when i can't seem to help anyone
including myself

the meaning of the phrase

'when the shit hits the fan'

has never been as clear as it is
this moment

a surrealist painting