Poem For The End of The World

Poem For The End of The World

I tear up
                    but that is not true

I pull the shirt over my head as always
          and
put my pants on
both legs at the same time

Outside it is 10 degrees there is a car idling

Severe clear sky
                    but I have told you nothing
of the pack of coyotes that stared in my window
we made eye contact they were large amber pools
they were hungry and cold and that glass

was so thin

I tear up
                    and it is because of the cold

I send the scraper over the windshield
          and
gloved hands to the wheel
10 and 2

I turn the wheel

and it makes the sound of nails of board