the river is always colder than the lake

Abigail Ann texts me. 
She may be the only thing.
Holding my heart together.
Keeping it from shattering.
Into six hundred and sixty-six pieces.
of lead.

She got her nose pierced.
I am jealous. 
Because I want to get my nostril pierced.
The side with the skin cancer scar.
But I pick my boogers.
too much. 

Evolution.
Is the main goal.
In a man's life.
At least mine.
And the river is always colder.
than the lake.