we hang lights and drink
to feel okay, still
this weather makes me cold
to you. you just settle for
so little light, as if it’s your fault
the days are too short
to stretch out in,
to be happy in, as if the
sentence fits the crime
as if we lived the dream,
it wouldn’t count as living-
that is spring
this is the winter due us
for the audacity of wanting
don’t you know we live on a spinning rock?
yes but don’t you know we are made of stars?
melissa suarez
melissa 