Revised: Hellhole Winter Poem by MARINA GIPPS

I am going where I needed to go,
going somewhere nowhere needed to go
I am going this way towards the sunlgiht
hitting just the tops of the beercans
christ,
It is chilly this morning, this noon, this evening
everyday the words across the cans
look at me like they are scripture
and I am scriptless on my measley way beyond
what I am seeing in front of me-
that jagged edge of ice I mistook
for one fearless rabbit's ears.