a young woman in Ecquador
walking the city streets very tired
her mother has recently died
she’s dreaming of the man
who is my lover

singing to the old
storefront gray
behind my eyes
my lungs filled
with cold wind
below zero outside

I dreamt of a duck staying pace
over us in the sky
singing the blues
and a giant eel going by
in the sea, we could hear
its barnacles scrape

at the bus stop, with Billy
and his beard of icicles
& him underdressed, I gave
him my gloves, wished
for him not to freeze,
mentally disabled
throw away
crushes my heart