Square One

It's January it's Texas the sky is a melting rainbowsicle and in the yard everything is dead but the heart is beating and the mind is grappling. At my feet there is a calendar. The squares stare me down, accusing. Has he forgiven me yet? I dance love to death in my tap shoes I make my mark across the marble floor and tight voices squeeze my fingers until I hear the tiny bones snap. Kicked out of the casino I look for Chinese bakery in blizzard but all the signs conspire against me and the lights are dim on this side of the dream.