"I'm omw"/"where inadams areyou"/"Plus Christmas lol"/"but if you don’t want to i totally understand"/"Perfect this story requires tipsy because it’s so white, privileged and dumb"/"IS THIS SEXY IS IT NOT I DON'T KNOW YES?"/"It's been snowing all day"

Poem (for W).

Snow: the gentle magisteria
that we crumble by, fighting
and flinging and fluffing about before
the touch-- of ice, of each other-- the same
thing
gathering about in the utmost
dust of things that were. Water
is in between us all the time, but
we couldn't possibly notice until we do it,
the touch-- of ice, of each other-- the same
thing,
y'know? Y'know what I'm saying? We talk
about it constantly. Flinging and fluffing
about before that
thing,
the touch. There you are. Hello,
how are you?