Open wide
gaping gasping
The air held tight
unmoving, heavy as a stone
unlike the heart which
continues to beat
beat beat beat
a bass line to the
rumbling in my ears,
the sound an avalanche makes
tearing down the mountain.
to be encased in all that
perfect white, sweetly serene
cold stillness, crystalline
encompassing,
no sense of direction,
no need to be any
where.
Just frozen meat in a landscape
that rolls on forever, quiet and secret.
These embers
roll down my shins
to be kicked furiously
into the straw house
built with lamb tongued
wolf skin,
vulture
hearted.
Planted deep in
the ground, pressed
cheeks against
unbecoming
Incantations caught in my
hanging mouth
snagged by a fisherman
who pulled me from the depths
to tell me I was a rabbit,
Hook line and sinker.
I swam out to sea,
unsurely dreaming
of tundra and teeth.
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