Snowflakes (Howie Good)

Verity La Heightened Talk

 
I find an old shopping list from last summer
crumpled in the back pocket of my jeans.
 
If I let myself, I could fall in love
with a girl with long bangs who gets
snowflakes airbrushed on her nails.
 
I keep five phone numbers in my head.
None of them is hers.
 
The first thing on the list is red peaches.