Amuse

Last night we heard five feet on the weather

And her and I prayed for

Winter pouring into car windows

And trailing into our warmly lit room by our boot tails

But it didn’t look promising

I listened to her sigh as

Black bled onto her artist’s desk

Inkwell blood onto white skin

A student stained

She gave the paper landscape a beating

Cursed herself for the stains on the wall

And ink dribbling onto her legs

I smile at her

She is so beautiful this way