Snow Day

The window fogs from my breath My face pressed up close, up close against Catching the snowfall under a beam of streetlight And praying for accumulation all through the night These confrontations puncture the skin Reveal evidence that you are easily broken, you're so easily broken Exposed and relentlessly bleeding from the cracks At that age when everything is seemingly life or death Please let the snow swallow the streets whole Keep the bus from coming Let us stay at home so we can avoid the daily drudgery The cruelty fueled from laughter that will echo in our sleep Seasons, weakening the hold the blades dulled From the front that hints the snow warming engine slowly turns Stuttering awoken from the sounds of shovels scraping concrete At that age when everything is seemingly life or death Adrenaline fuels my Fist grinds my teeth through sleep