An Hour’s Peace

Photo from @banannasui.

Waffle-fry footprints on snow,

indelible breasts bounce in red turtlenecks,

dog collars tinkle to the wayside,
fur hatfuls of flasks.

Sun sleeps warm in cloud blankets,

armpits rub in frictionful nudity,

yellowbellied children race with

ambulances nearby,

and you yawn in the pitch of the gas

heat. Small wonders glisten in eyes

furrowed in the black keys of February.

I will go down for you, freeze

fingers for you. Thighs dislocate

thighs and fingerprints trace fogged

glass for you. Seven thousand flakes

keep you from cars and cancers. Every

tendon in your hand is my God.