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.

 

 

 

 

 

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