they pay to kiss your feet

since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.

Monday, January 10, 2011

covered.

big, white flakes cover the
filth.
the exposed roots.
the death in every
front
yard.
brown grass.
leafless trees.
patio furniture - naked without summer's cushions.
no pinks or yellows.
or even patterns.
just rusty wrought iron
and dry, crackling wood.
the promise of spring suffocating beneath
the death grip of
winter.

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