Snow has come early, mean air, mean slush. What do you want me to do, dance? It takes a stronger man than me to dance in this grim. It’s a bad day, so this is all I have. I don’t want to rebuild myself. Odd shapes, stickers, tape. We must be magnanimous in our writing, so I forgive the sour and the stuck the stench the slew the freeze and the clean, whenever it may come.