Windbreaker - First Poem On Here

Lately I’ve been fucking strangers

the way a homeless man huddles in a gray adidas windbreaker in

the middle of a snowstorm

and

prays to a god that allowed him to happen

that its thin fabric is enough

to survive. And

I’ve been cold

for as long as I can remember.

To-

morrow is empty as the

marrow that began it’s drip-drop

the evening you left. And

my days are blank

-ets of snow that stall 2 wheel-drive automobiles.

I’m ill-

equipped to live here. And

I’m dying

in this mountain town. And

I’ve lost my way

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