I’m coatless today,
I escape the storm.
As I rush inside a woman
(she resembles you)
sees the spotted creature
the snow’s made of me; I’m
not ready for April, an island rising
from its place — to go outside,
for the first time,
into winter.
I’m coatless today,
I escape the storm.
As I rush inside a woman
(she resembles you)
sees the spotted creature
the snow’s made of me; I’m
not ready for April, an island rising
from its place — to go outside,
for the first time,
into winter.
