snow came in sideways,

skidding ice across my cheeks.

the sting felt nice like kissing.

i told you what a terrifying person you are,

and wondered why it offended you so much

while you collected snow into a line on a mirror.

you held that baby so sweetly

snuggled in the krook of your arm,

he suckled his lips, looking for milk from the

bloated woman sitting cross-legged in bed.

the mother smiled a sad grateful smile you didn’t see

for your arms held a burden so light you couldn’t feel her.

i felt bad, intruding on that moment,

each person unaware they were being

gazed upon with so much emotion.

you said you never wanted kids,

how abortions were real nice in a bind.

watching you with that baby i thought

i cannot picture you holding our child.

you handed me the squirming thing.

i looked up to smile in your face,

noticing why you didn’t want her anymore.

blood dripped from your nose, over your lips

smearing when you smiled back.