Snow

Watching the ducks struggle on broken ice,

we walked, elbows linked, through the North Wood

Puffy-chested cardinals flew over twice,

unafraid. But I was. I hoped you would

see. Instead your tongue was out, catching snow.

I wanted to be marveled at, to be

desired with curious hunger, though,

as I write this, it breeds dishonesty.

Yeah, I read all the Marvel comic books

Sure, I’ve gutted a whole chicken before

No, I don’t choose lovers based on their looks

Hey, I don’t really drink that much, I swore.

But under the frozen canopy, you

taught me it was safe, to tell what was true.

*the north woods, central park, nyc

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