snow unfolding in ashen window's reversal, the scourges of campus conspiring, with lurid smiles. cellphones cry like infants, cradled. single thin tones abandoned in the snow, and the U-girls get off at some club, tight glitterbright shirts over shoulders, healthy eeks of recognition and my scarf hides parched lips. now all I see is the relief map on the back of an old man's neck.