Lying out in the snow

with cheeks pinched

pulled into the arms of

Jack frosts’ bolder cousin

who tastes my tears and freezes them solid

time

on my face in a standstill

looking up at an expanse wider than my vision

like i kicked the snowflakes up there with my own two feet

spatters gods windshield

tracking across the sky

slowly

tangible wishes

they say wish on shooting stars but they pass

before I can gather a thought to tie onto its tail

planes are more my speed

to formulate a desperate wish

that collects around the corners of this angel in the sky

that puddles in the arms of crying babies

and curls around the heads of tired eyes

watching the fault in our stars for the eighth time

in the airborne cocoon

in small bites

my wish programs the plane

envelopes it

and I can watch it

hoping

that one day someone will come and take me across the world

to set foot

like a plane

on the toxic tarmac

in another world altogether