THERE'S A ROOF ON THIS TOWN

6 foot drifts
a month after

an 80 degree
Chrixmas.

Somjuan
whispers hot,

hablame de
Febrero, tell

me what
you eclipse

when what
you want

are 6 foot
drifts a month

after an 80
degree Xmaffs?

Theft's not trade,
claws stolen

wee your balls;
these were

the leading
edge of fear.

Now what
does a brave

beast crave
but tomato

soup, grilled
toast, annato

orange liquid
singles, night

blue drifts
that swell while

you sleep until
work/everything

will leave you
alone so long

forever finally
sounds like

forever is meant
to sound.

D.J. Parris has had recent work in American Chordata, Noble Gas Quarterly, and Abridged. He lives with his wife and son in Aldie, VA.