suppose

what if i just sat back
for a little while
watched it all slide by

what if i dint speak
for a day or a week
would you miss me?
would you remember my voice
would it reverberate inside your head
telling things i hadnt told

the cars slide by
the street unplowed and slick
a sound particular to the snow
muffled more than rain slick roads
hushing louder than dry hot asphalt

i ought to have been in bed long since
but this cat sitting here
lonesome and warm
her purr has gone quiet
and she twitches now and then

the snow fell thick today
ready for sweeping off cars
ready and waiting
and left unheeded

starfucker

sometimes i wonder
what people see
when they talk to me

what is it
that one person wants to open up to
while the other walks away

my hair is growing out
a slow return
to the norms ive lived within
a full circle completed
from last year

this cold that pierces though the windows
bites past my wool sweater
was when i met all the friends i have now
i can trace back
to one of these frigid nights
the day i gave one ride home
to two relative strangers

everyone else bridges out from there

strained
this time of year
stretching to find some comfort
with someone
with myself