I was pinched by the crisp freshness of cold that winter slips me,
like acid in my morning coffee. Then
I slip out and take the cliffs for a spin,
diving down,
like a squirrel leaping toward a too-far tree. (Except I lack
all the hope you know is inside that nutty creature.)
I brutally edit my videos
and i cut them into
pieces, trying to arrange them in the right spots.
But you know
you can't do that sort of thing to people.