winter

winter

the bullet in the folds

of my eye-socket swims,

sliding in my cranium’s tight

spaces.  i clench my teeth,

jaw shut against the wind.

 

isn’t it lovely to see the snow,

the hands of children licked clean

with ice? exit pursued by spatula.

 

 

 

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