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we hoped it would get bad enough to break glass

that one of our voices
would find the note
to split the window
make a neighbour call the cops
that the dishes would shatter
into too many pieces
to be picked off the floor

we wanted glass in our heels
a trickle of heat
a flicker of colour
in the sun-blank snow

the pines leaned on our doorframe
we waited for them
to pressure in and unfurl
shower our stunned faces
in a rain of needles
 knock the teapot off the table
in a blossom of shards

but the trees stood by
 evergreen and identical
the same dream of pine repeating
behind yellowing plastic

we painted shut the door
with smiles moulded to our faces
let our legs melt to the floor

and stood waiting
for the plastic weather
to throw us the same storm
again. again. again.

Description
we hoped it would get bad enough to break glass

that one of our voices
would find the note
to split the window
make a neighbour call the cops
that the dishes would shatter
into too many pieces
to be picked off the floor

we wanted glass in our heels
a trickle of heat
a flicker of colour
in the sun-blank snow

the pines leaned on our doorframe
we waited for them
to pressure in and unfurl
shower our stunned faces
in a rain of needles
 knock the teapot off the table
in a blossom of shards

but the trees stood by
 evergreen and identical
the same dream of pine repeating
behind yellowing plastic

we painted shut the door
with smiles moulded to our faces
let our legs melt to the floor

and stood waiting
for the plastic weather
to throw us the same storm
again. again. again.