Famous Last Words

I press spoonfuls of Life
cereal against the sides of
my bowl like

Outside, the snow falls:
little white lies
shrouding the world
in a brand-new
knockoff heaven.

I press my fists against
my eyes,
fall 14 times until
words and their meanings are
pasted together like
homemade valentines.

Roses are red,
Heaven is white,
Death is the color of a thousand blinding suns.