but to compare the cold to a stuck pear!

within

winter there are faithful

and unfaithful

men. no,

i take that back, winter, o, winter

she hides only

unfaithful men- sliding

and slick next to grey fingers-

ladylike, ladylike. to hide

inside of fruits and trees and to compare

them to winter

our love is safe, now.

no! to think

that to think such a sorry thought.

to compare comparison to purity,

necessity, equality. and if not

transformed fidelity as to physical betrayal

as is

some sort of deception, of the heart or stomach

must exist, right?

since when does summer undress her cunt,

tattered soul, pittering through- offer

offering the offered sacrifice of soulless virginity

to a future winter? why?

and here her and mine, our purity clots- if it ever was delicate-

seasons and scabs closing

legs in angry,

loud,

shame. to think

our love is the same, or safe. and

do you mind? i can't stand

your ex-lover hair and your ex-lover face.

lost-wife breasts, dying girlfriend

body, what i really

can't stand

is your body. i wish upon us all, no,

only me

to be cast off into sea in snow without

a single shred of bone or blood-

no body. do you understand? dogs

that worry. ghosts that bite.