Winter has entered my heart
though I look out on a sea of faces,
each one unique and beautiful.
Salt enters my wound.
Filled with inflammation
and tumors and stones,
tears streaming down,
I see a man in a skull cap collecting garbage
across the street from Walmart,
though he’s probably never shopped there himself.
Humans can be selfless and beautiful,
can stuff their faces with kale and kiwi
when their body is rotting.
This is not the end of me.
This is the beginning.