April Snow
The neighborhood is adorned with dog shit
dead leaves, ugly snow
what we want
what we get
It’s fifty-two
degrees I will walk my fear of death
up to the corner of Michigan & Clematis
& abandon it
like an unwanted pet
Like a hungry stray
it follows me home
It pains me
to stack the days
unread
books on a nightstand next to our bed
so we can refer to them
occasionally
while the sun parts
two clouds &
spits
—spring, 2006
Photo credit: Kierstyn Lamour