Walking through white current
s of snow, over bridge. I'm not cold, but the wind finds a way to shoot through my pants and sting. The river
below can't decide whether to thaw
or stay frozen. A big cesarean
cleavage shoots through its center, leaving an exposed canyon
down into the slushy water.
In class, Insert probe into warm water. Looking at what's-her-name, I don't know but I'd like to, through veils of tinted glass. Lovely exposed gooseflesh between shirt and hip. She moves, pure perfect virginy valley between groin and right hip where jeans are lax shows. She shifts, and shadows play on the rift. Observe the soft skin behind ear where hair just stops, down to the less-tender but just as tempting stuff underneath the lower right jaw.
Done. Walk home. The river's crevace is covered by snow.