Wishing it would snow forever.

Every week a week a week
Sane routine of survival and
lament,
old days of insanity (gone)
sane fulfillment
happiness at baked bread and
balanced bills.

No more remembering not
remembering curly haired
dough faced Art History undergrads.

Sharp-jawed evil loose bartender
girls intent on breaking skin,

No more hurriedly fingerfucking
sharp-jawed evil loose bar girls
pressed into evil dark bar
corners,

Pressing sharp jawed
loose bar women into evil
dark wooden bar corners,

They become the corners,
merge with the wood and,
once again,
you settle your elbows and
let your feet drift
to the bar rail.