Minnesota Morning

Its not important
how the cold bit my skin
how the wind cut my throat
how, for months, it had snowed

its not meaningful when i say
that the trees were too big
that my eyes ran, froze
or that the razor, last night hurt

i don't think
it was the sweetness
or the sickness in my chest
or how i already knew

a crystal morning
table set
hot chocolate
a warm shower
then cold toes...
a running nose

feet planted in the snow
a shiver

a pair of blue eyes
How you said goodbye...

a breath
you're gone.

choice
the bunny
over the dog





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