Green moss like a peacock's plume
It drips from the freezer flooding the room
I'm swimming in the air
Gasping for a drop of water
You taught me the various ways to hold my tears
I take out the trash, grab a can of apple juice
I sit in the misery scented darkened kitchen high wooden chair and
write down all the reasons to freeze to death
Like that mountain goats lyric I loved to death
I open the freezer door once again
It's filled with paper bags of flammable gas that you sent me last summer
I throw myself onto the top shelf,
Close the freezer door
I sit between the tub of chocolate ice cream and frozen shredded cheese
