Go Slow

 Go slow, girl,
go slow. Do not be seduced
by cognitive bias.
The rush
does not exist. Repeat:
the
rush
does
not
exist
Carousels come,
and they will go.
Just like memories
and yarns of yore. 

Pale Boy

 pale boy trudges
through winter slush.
eyes downcast,
thoughts amuck.
He struggles to recall
the starkness of Narnia,
instead holocaust
images assault 

his inner crust. 

Neither Dainty Nor Delicate

 these scars
attest to the most brutal of tests. No rest
for the wicked, no rest for the saintly
no rest
no rest.