Pursuits

It is not that you want

to be the one to make prints

in the untrampled snow

It is that you want

to be in the snow

without having touched it

to be of  the snow

not beginning

Everywhere commerce

dictates the shapes

that move you along

that seat you at the table

far from the snow

far from the act

of not touching

It only gets worse

A girl’s gotta eat

And your hunger’s

not even your own