you walk home

it’s late 

the snow falls

as thick as your dreams

when suddenly you think

you’re lost and the wood

nearby is strangely

far from home

the bright lights flash

patterns on the snow

like christmas lights

in the village square

the sheriff interrupts you

to say no that yes it is

a normal amount of blood

for a woman that size

you laugh at the absurdity

of dying so close to your home

what was the point of leaving

when you had nowhere to go

(October 12, 2020)