Have you seen the snow caked along the fence
in triangle fold napkin nubs
in the crooks of every single link
except the spots where dogs have walked,
sniffed, peed, and wagged with glee and
the little holes where birds have pipped
and popped up and down on the cold wire?
The garbage trucks didn't come. Neither
did the mail. It did - not for me. The way I like it.
The cold was lovely and the air pressure
too low to really enjoy running around
with pinched nerves pinching again. Toss snowballs
regardless, shaped like saucers to fly farther
and knock miniature lengths of frosty walls
off of the power lines overhead to the walks below.
Pain is tiresome. Or am I tired because I haven't eaten?
Or am I tired because I laid down
instead of sitting up to read the news?
Or am I tired because I read the news?
Or am I tired because I ate too much last night?
Or am I tired because it is, after all, Winter again?
Or am I tired because it will be 55 degrees tomorrow?
Or am I tired because I will eat too much?
Or am I tired because I don't want to eat and must?
Or am I tired because I cannot do it today
and must? You should eat something.
I know. Have you seen the snow outside?
A cup of tea would be stellar in this cold
that is impossible to acclimate to. By the way,
have you seen the snow on the fire escape
nearly an inch thick with paw prints
tracked through in black circles of circles?
It is lovely. A cup of tea would be stellar,
thank you. You should eat something.
in triangle fold napkin nubs
in the crooks of every single link
except the spots where dogs have walked,
sniffed, peed, and wagged with glee and
the little holes where birds have pipped
and popped up and down on the cold wire?
The garbage trucks didn't come. Neither
did the mail. It did - not for me. The way I like it.
The cold was lovely and the air pressure
too low to really enjoy running around
with pinched nerves pinching again. Toss snowballs
regardless, shaped like saucers to fly farther
and knock miniature lengths of frosty walls
off of the power lines overhead to the walks below.
Pain is tiresome. Or am I tired because I haven't eaten?
Or am I tired because I laid down
instead of sitting up to read the news?
Or am I tired because I read the news?
Or am I tired because I ate too much last night?
Or am I tired because it is, after all, Winter again?
Or am I tired because it will be 55 degrees tomorrow?
Or am I tired because I will eat too much?
Or am I tired because I don't want to eat and must?
Or am I tired because I cannot do it today
and must? You should eat something.
I know. Have you seen the snow outside?
A cup of tea would be stellar in this cold
that is impossible to acclimate to. By the way,
have you seen the snow on the fire escape
nearly an inch thick with paw prints
tracked through in black circles of circles?
It is lovely. A cup of tea would be stellar,
thank you. You should eat something.
