this apartment complex is next
to the highway and
ambient engines
are a caress to an incessant shiver
steady my shoulder
i like the snow teeming sideways
orange alight over cars
sweetly; delicately painted pastel
whilst i sit on the rail
reminiscing
wondering also when arrives the
inevitable dismissal
bliss is transient
& any three words hardly
reassure an
insecure vixen
is this a faulty contradiction?
five more drags and i'll return to
a shuffling ipod, a raunchy burroughs book overwhich
my eyes misten
I'm thinking the door should stay open
