Celine Dion Irrationally Enrages Me

Drops on the window
Ice fills the
cracks of the sidewalk
the cracks in my hands.
The mud is soft
but cold.

I wear the mud
on my clothes
across my face
in my mouth.

I am a princess.
Disheveled--
Chagrined--
to the bone.

The worth of words
seduces and eludes me.
If alphbets tasted like crackers,
I'd eat them.
Up.
I'd eat them up.