Its rarely about the weather.

We talk about earlier today,
the things I said but shouldn't have.
We discuss my thoughts about certain men,
I tell Him who I find attractive, who I wouldn't mind kissing--even though they have a beard,
He listens and giggles.
I tell him my fear of being a lesbian, or a mother--
He says He knows.
We talk about the past and how it isn't the future.
He tells me about crosses and graves
and how you can't have one without the other.
I lay on my bed and watch my window
as He speaks through snowstorms.
I tell Him that I hate certain people,
He says, "We'll work on that."
We talk about next week, and He tells me not to worry.
He tells me that I look pretty in my orange dress,
I say thank you.