Ice cakes the ground. We break
Into something with every careful step.
Nothing disappears. Only hovers and thins.
Whoever we were months ago is colder.
Someone writes to say I bear down upon him
Like a wet coat. Just these lines.
Once, I wanted everything to come to me at once.
A house converged upon by headlights. A door
Muscled open by strangers, distant cousins,
Uniforms and stenciled badges.
When they came, I let them in, gesturing
Toward the comfortable chair, crisp sheets.
Now I finger the smooth objects forgotten
By I don't know whom. They tremble
Like eggs in a shallow drawer.
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