Snow swam down the hill, flooded the river and froze your smile.

When you talk you can’t forgive her. Speak speak. Nothing

matters. Anymore. Like after you finish your seventh line of coke.

Nod but they don’t hear you. And there is an air, an air of

Disturbance in your hair. Tousled, you run your fingers through it

Over and over. Your bed is backwards. Feet on pillow.

Don’t mind, don’t care. Rise from the flooded river

Tape up your heart, its pieces, throw it into the fare.