last night it snowed

it’s too close

your long crystalized hand

the bottle between us

beating our bruised egos

i look out into wet

san francisco

the rain goes plop

on the window

then runs away

your hand on my thigh

my eyelids closed

your rain dripping down

my glassy eyes

failing to evaporate, rain

filling little gram bags

of cocaine

on the car floor

i open the door

i look at the sky and see orion

he turns away and goes back to athens

where last night it snowed

—january 2022, san francisco, ca