In the Snow
Snow rests on my shoulder dripping
down my back
through my wet pants
and wet socks.
You know I could die like this.
Hands forming a clenched mouth
I mistake my shaking arms for an animal
chipped teeth and burning skin.
You know it could eat you like this.
Black stars and black lights
in a black park with a broken fountain
frozen Cupid caught mid piss.
You know it's darker than this.
Blown out street lights and blown out eyes.
Get a body bag.
Something is going to die.
You know what happens next.
So leave the animal behind instead
like a frozen doughtnut
half eaten on the rim of a trash can.
like a Sprite bottle
run over by a car.
You know where all sweet things go.