Dry spots/ Success

Snow in slow motion
cold quiet air
sweating with the drunks
trying to find a dry spot
I had something to do
but I forgot and I should eat first
two dollars in quarters
I can try to call her eight time
till the money runs out
then who knows
I may have to go over there
but it's dry here and I should eat

If the snow covered me with the phone pressed
against my ear my hands stuck in solid liquid
my chest held like a hands punch
slowly crushing my bones
digging into my chest
If I died slowly in this cold
creating a ringing sound in your warm empty apartment

I could say I died trying

it doesn't take much to try these days
and death is the only thing we all definitely do succeed at
but I wouldn't call it success