when winter arrives    a shiver of wind

strips you bare   your buds    tight fists

hold fast against the change    i wait

watching through the window    i wait

masticating toast    my tongue a slow rotor

my mind calm as a cow’s    i wait for you

to roll out your corpse-white tongues

and fellate a sky that will never stop

wearing us down    the dr said my labia

will atrophy until a slit is all that’s left

there’s a cream for me but not for you

you gorgeous deciduous slut    i want to see you

ululate in full bloom before those pushy bulbs

shout their yellow from the overblown grass