Water Vapor Spirits

by Sami Bennett

a poem


I use
to breathe in,
the bus stop stooping
lonely, lumps of snow weighing it down,
and I play with science to pass the time.
The night sky provides an excellent
background for my experiments.
I heat the cold with clouds of
carbon dioxide and I watch
transparent water vapor spirits
pour out of my lungs, forms betrayed
by incandescent bulbs,
varying in shape and speed,
as they race, frost-colored,
into the nothing air and disappear.
I sip another cup of