there's a mountain north of Winnipeg

buried under ice

and as the black clouds roll above

white pines crack like glass



walking under those swaying trees

branches bowed with ice

I wanted one to fall on me

to pin me in the snow



that silver forest reminded me of you

and how I kissed you

and I fell down to the bottom of a well



down a dirt road west of El Paso

behind a burning barn

I stumbled on a horse's bone

bleaching in the sand



but when I reached down to touch the skull

underneath my hand

a stream of orange lizards poured out

from the bone-white mouth



that empty mouth reminded me of you

and how I kissed you

and I fell down to the bottom of a well