There Is Not Enough Snow

--For The Roomies

But there is always
enough of the machine
packing jerky and cheddar
there can be love, cones, loss of blood, & scary sprinkles
I spackle dice on my face
all over my cheek bones
& in the particles between my cheek bones

cat asleep at the wheel
or this sense of continual signaling back
into my heart thumbing at me
with a desire to finish first in my toes

we keep shoveling snow
to make jerky and cheddar
into a kind of day
like blueberries in sparkler light

goodbye Trisha Yearwood's terrible boner
no one wants to kiss your vagina anyway.