winter

In the winter you can see where all the dogs piss, you cry when the wind blows, because it snatches the tears out of your ducts without a please or thank you.  When you have to take the bus after your day, it gets dark, and you walk home in the cold, in the dark.  You lost your keys at your boyfriend's house in a moment of foolishness when you took them out of your pocket and threw them on the basement floor.  They were poking you.  Other things seemed more important at the time.  You tried looking for them, but they disappeared into the abyss of things that aren't where you were sure you left them.  Now you have to rely on someone to let you into the house, or you break in through that secret way in the back, and your bike lock is useless, because the key is gone.  Sometimes when you go through the back, you see a rabbit in the yard, or at least where the yard is supposed to be, under all of the snow.  You can see where the rabbits hop and poop and eat the rose hips from the rosebush in the front of your house too.  When you get inside it is warm and there is a dim lamp, and christmas tree lights on the wall.  The living room is filled with yellow light.