Smoking cigarettes, with cinched arms across chest,
I’m clutching tight to keep it warm.
The cherry dangling from my lips,
Teeth clicking, I am shattered in the freezing storm.
Howling like a dog under porch
The winter: a broken leg kicking sparks,
For dear life, the chill: no core pricks it,
All spine now lost;
No need to carry the fire,
Not alone anymore.
Trapped where the heat of another colludes to pull us apart
To feel the shelf collapse from under, and our hearts
Cannot match the rate of descent—they beat too hard, too fast,
Claimed by the elements; we die so close to it,
With nothing much left between us to say,
Not of any consequence.