Irrational Constants

the window sighed. resolute against the scrape of the world. 

change stutters. a long series of cordial villains.

each one counting the dust accumulating on her doorstep. 

as if to prove what had never been true. 

the silence buzzed. all wings and acid. 

letting us know that we'd been stug. 

the box was quite small. though its contents were immense. 

we'd stopped counting a long time ago. 

but what was inside never did.