My Twitter friend Danielle offered people poems based on their recent tweets, and I found what she wrote for me particularly moving.

There is freedom in knowing
things won’t get better; in
surrendering meaning
from random events;

in how unfixable things can be
the cruelty of the default world.

The beggar’s belief is
the reason they want,
and every so often:
a constant regret

of how unfixable things can be
dangerous to a finished product.

But I am
grateful for what magic
remains; for little bits
of peace and closure;

the rest is just
performance art; just
unwritten rules changed
by traumatic events.