Deer are walking
among the trees.
Hoof prints in the
   snow
tell of a restless
   night.
The god of the unseen,
   the unheard,
passed by here
in the night...
Startled, the deer
felt his presence
in the dark --
in the silence,
in the snow.

did you realize on that night
in July, when the chill breeze
bit into the skin of my broken
feet, that I was standing alone
as you walked down the street
with no backward look, you took
my dignity, my pride, my heart
from my side and left me staring
down at bloodied feet, the ones
that chased you across broken glass
to crimson coat ice blades of grass
the cold, so cathartic to my feet took
a while to reach my soul but I didn't
die of frostbite, that night, but it did
take me a season to thaw out whole

my head is filled to the brim

with other **** i have to do

like job applications
going to class
reading ******* textbooks
dress rehearsals laundry
writing papers that won't make any sense
drinking too much coffee




when all i want to do
is lay shirtless on your floor with you

and write poetry about the palms of your hands