I missed the bus
putting boots on
but the music in
my headphones
made me surrender
to it, Paul Westerberg,
“high time”
couldn’t unlock my
frozen car door
biked to work
thru icy streets
semi trucks honking
their warnings, I
tried not to look
or hear: killing
nervousness
just felt my bike join
with the street.
street salt stinging
my eyes, I got
to work as the snow
started and my nose began
to bleed
she called and said
“I’ve had some day”
car wouldn’t
start, lock was frozen
key wouldn’t turn
ignition froze
she drove from
down east
in a snow storm
in her brother’s
car its bologna
skin tires leaking.
she had to stop
now and then
to fill them
with a cigarette
lighter air pump