Frost Wall

My apologies for the missing week. I spent last weekend studying... and this Saturday filling out tiny scantron bubbles with my trusty #2. At least I have blogging to fall back on if I didn't pass the exams...

At any rate, here's one that seems (almost) seasonally relevant. I wrote this a couple winters ago. I look forward to the winter departure of my syntax this January. New work soon, ideas are churning, but so is my ever hectic schedule.

Frost Wall

bite hard and grind

teeth to taste to touch

to see fall

tipsy toddler

find feet (align with ankles)

over black ice nursery rhyme

catch snow smoke stink

and steam

hand follows wrist

numb

under sleeve

tug down

curl fingers and find

tight 'round cigarette

burned too close

tongue like paste

pressing luck time and into

roof of mouth

eyes dried wide

in white-out fury.