Walking the Dog on a Winter Morning
2011
The stone grey quilt hoodie protects my soft flesh from the surging oppression
Except my frozen hands, which shred effortlessly when the leash grooves begin constricting
Lunges, snaps, glistening teeth refracting the snow bright morning’s sterile sun
Feigned effortless jerk to restrain the bursts of clasping bone
The icy stream of bodies flow around my petrous veneer
