Oreos, Pop Tarts, donuts, ice cream, muffin tops masticated down.

My heart, a desert waiting for the return of your life giving rain.

A cloyingly coy smile, a viscous vermilion a deceptive lure.

Rubber roles rampant throughout the tar drenched landscape to the black ocean.

HVAC systems whir cycling the air throughout our silent building.

Springs arrives slowly creeping through the snow unperturbed by time.

Drops of ice fall down from an April sky onto my unwashed black hair.

My protective mask sits below my glasses, letting my filtered breath out.