Simpering along with you
swaddled in a tree costume
I know you are in there
as I am in my coat
Both of us warm and waterproof
with the elements at bay
You dressed as a tree
I like a coat
We feel wild together
Simpering wanting to hang from electrical wires
and make the train passengers blink
in their world without sex or coats
From our hanging spot
hot rusted scaffolding
the train car’s like a fist
and its world like a look-again world
where the snow fingers trees
that no one is wearing