Snowflakes dance hand in hand with freckles
On top of the overpass, the laughter echoes against sirens in the distance
You twirl, the rise of the unseasonably bright skirt reavealing girlish knees
Encased in nylon and thread and skin. But no one cares.
I stand and watch; my shoes are capped with white.
Just before we found a dead bird in the snow.
I looked for a long time, saying nothing.

"Touch me, I'm sick" you said
My flesh revered the pulse of your heart
Through many layers;

Layers, like an onion.