Up For the Weekend Her Friend After a Fight
It is you I love looking at the snow
The plows up and down the road
The sound we hear from our
Near rooms soft cotton falls on cotton
Angular snow falls in your direction
A perfection
Silently foot steps fall between each other
I knew if you spent the
Night we’ll meet in the hall
Don’t tell me that shit
About your boy friend and
I’ll leave my soccer mom wife out of this
Silently we are shy in the grey dawn
Slowing away the night fighting the
Day
Without the dark night
The soon grey orange we would never
See the stars
That we thought were there
