Ice coats the world: a poem

aching
halting
refreezing
wrestling the sea into a headlock of subzero submission.

Only dreamers wish it would melt
only sharks break it on purpose.

Too much weight in one place causes
angry cracks
a chain reaction.

That’s why I lie prostrate
palms, forehead
numb and flat
spread for punishment.

Then maybe my fists won’t be so sharp
my lungs so heavy.

Maybe I can spread eagle and
keep the cracks from reaching my loves.

This is how I survive
how you taught me to live

drawn and quartered on boiling ice.

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