Sugar, she's not easily convinced
where wonder is unreality
don't stop until the morning breaks any possibility of beyond what passed
to have and to hold are not possessive
to want is not enough
to feel and say is weightless
to ignore is deceitful
to hope is hard
tell her what she already knows
another tab off another can of another frozen Budweiser
it's too cold for intimacy, too candid for the country
she wants to bleed, make the snow steam red.