issue #7 (12/15/00)

weakness

the normal gags are gone.
  but i look through windows frosted
  and there she sits upon my lawn
bitter and exhausted.

the snow caresses hair
  building slow, then falling downward
  down down to gentle shoulders bare
her soft moans go unheard.

her eyes beg forgiveness.
  apologize to winter's queen?
  open windows and shout "you're blessed!"?
depart this lonely scene.