Snow Theory

I haven’t killed a thing since 2006

The darkness out there, wet as a newborn

I dog-eared the book & immediately thought of masturbation

How else do we return to ourselves but to fold

The page so it points to the good part

What we’ll always have is something we lost

In the snow, the dry outline of my mother

Promise me you won’t vanish again, I said

She lay there awhile, thinking it over

One by one the houses turned off their lights

I lay down over her outline, to keep her true

Together we made an angel

We looked like something being destroyed in a blizzard

I haven’t killed a thing since