We knew, and it
always feels good
to know something.

We could die�a silver
laugh, a photograph, or
at the end of your knee.


They said there�s
a resemblance, clouds
in the ice, a force
in our boots.

On the porch love
is implicitly forged.
Today, to mimic its
drift is to see.


It was moving the whole time,
as if to hold you from the light.

I held your head
in the snow as if
to tell you a form.


Five fingers, how do they
glow? Sick like honey
in the scientific field�
your hand, and what it knows.

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