by Abigail Kirby Conklin
My skin is boiling
after today's endless carouse
down the side of a half-sized mountain.
How did snow learn how not
to be cold?
There were tracks to the drop-off,
but an avalanche crushed all our suspects,
so now there's a bird playing
five roles plus itself and a truck.
Scramble for an exit if it starts
do you know how the ring
got stolen? Can you tread water
for sixty seconds?
I snuck in that night
while you were sleeping.
I needed a light, but you had already
That took a turn! Love it.