Although adrift—and feeling so skinny
in the
big city
in the rough draft
of yet another
year of big wind—
which is currently howling
in—from each
of the lost directions
on a bleary
and frostbitten
sketch of raw morning;
you're—frankly
just feeling
stuck in this moment;
it can just
be so
freezing cold to notice—
how much like
the rest
of your hapless kind you actually are
or—might
well be—
if only
your goddamned car
engine
would consider turning over.
