last year i thought the month of december is always just like a sneeze. you feel it coming, the tickling up, snow falling in your brain, the buzz of nothing, a heart sighing upward & then it's out and it's over, the settle, and goodbye. whispering "goodnight you." this year i think love is like the end of the world, always coming but never here. everyday is a day, everyday there's a day. i swing on branches, my palms cut up and sore from the cold tree life, our antler hands.
i want you to touch me
in exchange for winter love songs .