Wintery MixMy nights pass.Wintery Mix5 years ago in Literature submissions More Like This
They drive by with halved-hearts
(one ventricle and the rest left
for the dogs).
They remind me of a ticking calendar,
restless and yearning.
One by one by one
the days laugh in my face,
and spit in it
chilling, stinging slush.
My raw skin grows frigid,
melded to muscle
pins and needles
stuffed into a rag doll
with a real wool hat,
and those undersized mittens
that we have kept for too long
(days when we were naïve and witty and cute).
I trudge my feet through the loose snow,
they leave stripes where they fall.
I am just trying to shape this city,
make it fresh.
My prints resemble an animal pri