like a peacock in the snow

trees lining the city
streets in their
concrete shackles
(make my own ankles
feel heavier)


and if you look up long
enough you'll
see a face you know
(keep looking down)


decipher a wordsworth
poem in 35 minutes
(look down)
smoke it right up to
your fingers




fruit in my hand is heavy
ash on my lungs is heavy