afar

snow perched on the slanted roofs,
peel away
as though you are smoke
from the end of his cigarette

a burning sun
a set of red eyes
glued to the pavement and conjoined
by the hip with the front of a car

a thousand miles away
a glance in your direction
smile like it’s a 2000s movie
and happy exists.

snow perched on the slanted roofs,
look just like that
on the windshield so our scenery
looks the same as our words

Merry Christmas