god'swife7 Feb 2003

Get rid of 'on a'
Oh fuck... here go's

Dowtown bus
Snow unfolding into forever
and I try heading home.

I watch the crazyfresh
Scrooges of campus
Conspire.
lurid smiles. dim city light.
they dandle cellphones
like unwanted infants crying hard
abandoned in the clean falling of snow.

U-girls
Are like angels getting off

Tight
Glitter-bright shirt
Laid over heathly shoulders.
My involuntary eek of recognition.

My scarf hides
parched and wanting lips.

Now
all I will allow myself to see
is a relief map
on the back
of an old man's neck.

Hey,
Whatever it takes to survive.