In nineteen ninety one I stole your winter’s snow
Thus began the terrible white babe.
Squeezing her arses into stars.
Creeping into hearts like a sickness.
The tears of adults tasty, like a squeeze of the cheek
and something very simple upside down.
Our heads are dark and low and I’m scared of a cigarette butt in the toilet bowl
Its tip is pointy. I don’t understand cigarettes and I’m sure it is going to bite me
in a place I know to be vulnerable.
Something newer than you is worrying.