Cats are falling all around me mostly like snow
and it might as well, legs wracked in surprise cold
after siren springtime teased me out of toilet paper
No-one wants to die in the thaw, but at least
I’m wearing pants, hard blue sweater Mary gave me,
blew my hair up like a juvenile success or a maniac
Apparently arrest is a pause that glimmers Milk
for all these unspun babies coiled atop comforters,
the very sum of stretching out, of toothy yawns