I.
I Come Home From Work
and Park in the Emergency Snow Parking-Ban Lot
of My City:
The stars, the stars, the
etoiles are spinning, its dark, its icy,
they're icy up in space, I am
on my back on earth on snow looking up
and staring at these mind-fucking-blowing
points spots dots pins
of light
of energy
of matter or no matter of
something SO FAR AWAY that I
can huffyhuff my steamy breath at them and they
go faster
spinning stars getting milliony and
complicated and speeding
twirling whirling so fast they throw up a
pile of glitter.
II.
I Reflect Briefly on This During
the Short Walk Home
From the Emergency Snow Parking-Ban Lot
of My City:
Snow in my faux
fur hood like I was a
real animal like I was alive and
glittering my night eyes
and a buzz of happiness banging
like a fly against a window
on a hot day
banging BANG
against the soft warm walls
of my heart
you in there
stars and stars and stars
just so many cool breaths in and
out and thumpythump
no shitty glitter
same stars and
years, years, years.
