Driving home, headlights spring new from the snow
compacted against the sides of homes.
Bright windows made brighter.
Hang your head
out of the driver side and scream
something unintelligible.
Dock. And think about the several dozen times
could have's turned into did nots across the double yellow.
How fun would it be
to somersault and stick the landing.
How fun would it be
to make the outsides match the insides.
How hilarious would it be
to have spilled everything after keeping too much in hand.
Kick the emergency brake and shut off the headlights.
Over the river and through the woods,
touching fingertips to a stray checking the mailbox at stoop
in the dead heat of versus winter,
remember the feel of knuckles on brick
and cat nose on knuckles opposite hand
and it's cool snot.
Remember you are as snotty
as any silver spooned piece of garbage
and remember
there is a dimension you will never see
where you take care of them
too.
