Life, Leaking



The stars shine in my winter sky.

 ‘Perfect’ opens my lips.

 I watch where I remain.

Cashmere clings to the slope of my shoulder,

I am lost in a storm of ice

cold expanse, longer shadows, I am not prepared to see.

 Was it — is this — my all?

I think I will stay here where it is warm,

sparkling frost glazes my eyes,

holds me firmly—

like rusted steel on the garden gate.

I will not quit.

Will not. Quit.

Cold, it is in me.

This is where I am.


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