grinding along the gritty winnipeg streets
eating dust and chewing pipes
the bricks are turning to sand
and my skin’s cracked in half

the sky’s mouth sucks us in
towards the farthest point of deepest blue
no shadow or shade to hold on to
stark florescent glaring white

we’re all shades of grey in this light
veins quiver and shake under our skin
memories of frost and wind
not yet distant

our mouths hang open
and we swallow the heat whole
catching the flies and moths
that batter themselves dead against our teeth