This Winter
I am sitting outside
the snow falling silently
softly lands on my dark blue jeans.
My surface body temperature
cold enough for the minute
flakes to linger.
Seconds later melting
into tiny water-spots covering
my body: 99.2 degrees.
The quiet beauty of snow
silences the bustle of trailer-park
repairs and renovations.
I’ve fallen off the bandwagon
today, this cigarette led
me to the outside releasing me
into this white world.
Slowly puffing I regret
torture done to my lungs as
a wave of nausea brings
me to my knees, repent.
The dropped cigarette burns
slowly into smoke down
to the filter, carbon monoxide.
From my knees, weak with
pain, I retch defiling the
soft, pure snow.
Three days meals gone
uneaten, pure acid wastes through
the frozen ground. I rest
lean back on my heels to
settle the stomach, enjoy
a moment in this winter.
Our winter.
the snow falling silently
softly lands on my dark blue jeans.
My surface body temperature
cold enough for the minute
flakes to linger.
Seconds later melting
into tiny water-spots covering
my body: 99.2 degrees.
The quiet beauty of snow
silences the bustle of trailer-park
repairs and renovations.
I’ve fallen off the bandwagon
today, this cigarette led
me to the outside releasing me
into this white world.
Slowly puffing I regret
torture done to my lungs as
a wave of nausea brings
me to my knees, repent.
The dropped cigarette burns
slowly into smoke down
to the filter, carbon monoxide.
From my knees, weak with
pain, I retch defiling the
soft, pure snow.
Three days meals gone
uneaten, pure acid wastes through
the frozen ground. I rest
lean back on my heels to
settle the stomach, enjoy
a moment in this winter.
Our winter.