|:: on that day - Celene Carrozza

“On That Day, the Tempest Washed

Me From the Sea, and Made

Me Weary of the Once-Menacing

Shark From Which It Delivered Me.”

And now you ask the difference

Between his and my indifference

You say you see no difference

But I know his indifference

And in mine was a difference

From his neglecting indifference

And our blistering difference

Supported my indifference

But he held for our difference

A malignant indifference

And he lied about our difference