I bled
on the snow
for six blocks
until I embraced
the unnatural chill
at my ungloved tip,
followed by a pulse
I imagine in moments
like this. To think it must
be sealing just as quickly
as the sound in my mind. It’s not,
so I steal a few drops as
sacrifice for the perfect white
backdrop. Now I was here,
and there.  Finally I’m back
here where it started in
the first place. I should
have grabbed a map,
so I wouldn’t
have to cause
such a dramatic
scene
like that.