Lines in the Snow

Cats in coops

Chicks under old bony fingers

Fling sister's hair band

Smile as mother gets mad

And shoves all the food off the kitchen table

Matt's athletic jacket

Eating ice cream cones in warm places with snow outside

Lines through candy land

Cardboard

Marker

Pines

Lines in the snow that I wasn't expecting

Adventurous kid

Trudging along

Not looking for anything specific

But knowing that whatever he finds

It will be cold and fantastic and new

It's not about some hard fought process of self-improvement

It's not about some ideal form of love

It's not about how people often end up feeling used

It's not about the way in which she gets me so confused

It's about survival

It's about survival

It's about all the things I have to leave unsaid

I don't find it easy to talk about myself

There are parts of who I am that I don't understand

Maybe it doesn't matter

Maybe it doesn't matter