icicles raze this morning there was nothing. some snowflakes started falling while we were walking in the park. by the afternoon the whole world was a sugar cookie. vast and delicious. now it's a swimming pool with a white tarpaulin draped over the top to keep dirt and debris from getting in. if i threw off that canvas of crystals and swam in what it wants to keep hidden, would i merge with the ice that's too weak yet to bear my weight? and if i lost myself, would i live again as a trellis of spikes hanging from the edge of your roof? and would you break off a piece of me and press your thumb to the place my heart was once, to feel how warm a frozen thing can be? 211127 what's it to you? who go blather from