squinting, it comes down to say hello
exactly the right tone today, my car parts

time solid
trying to find kindness reaching out to me
from the snow

the tighter my clothes, the closer they keep me
soothing big quakes
big pushes

hot eyelids I don't care about
anyone around me
and they don't care
about me

fuzzy eyebrows and how I finally tamed them
and I felt bad about it
and curled up

but didn't unclench and still haven't
and I know that I will in time
but for right now I know that the wind is sick
of my howling