
There’s pretzels outside. Dipped in clear chocolate, hanging low over creaking snow.
The crunchy candy’s layered thick,
inviting a thirsty lick,
a cold touch crackles it
breaks the pretzel
salt on the sidewalk sprinkled for
freshly baked branches.
queer fantasy author and poet

There’s pretzels outside. Dipped in clear chocolate, hanging low over creaking snow.
The crunchy candy’s layered thick,
inviting a thirsty lick,
a cold touch crackles it
breaks the pretzel
salt on the sidewalk sprinkled for
freshly baked branches.