the moon planned to hide

and it kept its promise

cars, they shot like lethargic bullets on sleeted streets

and I kept my focus on them

like they were the anchor to my ship



I remember the lines of songs

and I sung them to myself

I love you but it’s hard to be near you

so I just stand still and count

one car, two- now three



the colors are mute

and the sky still falls

layers and layers of sleet and I savor

wasting my time

standing outside on mirrors



it breaks, it shatters

and on a shard, my flection-

lodged in my foot, a sick deep cut that’s

making my shoe a well

but I’m waiting anyway.



you will be arriving any minute now,

I know it.