34 C on the dorm room floor
Two bodies on a twin XL
Carpet rough under bare toes
Little half moons
Framing the edges of his mouth
Parenthesis around his smile.
Socks, jacket, 34 C from the middle of the room
I am expelled into the swirling snow
Wishing it was our place instead of his.
Stumble through what I would call a blizzard but
You’re not in Tennessee anymore, Kiyoko
And snow grumbles and cracks beneath black toed boots.