for M.I.

out by the boat house, i wanted to kiss you
to know the feeling of numb, frozen lips on numb, frozen lips
but you snarfled, and i said to myself,
"this guy doesn't want to be kissed just now."
i leaned my head back and tasted post-nasal drip
which i always thought sounded like a breakfast cereal.
we went skating on the ice.