I don’t recall.
It was dark
and I was
trying to be
the red cotton
sheet, trying to
move my feet
away from yours
just an inch
where there was
warmth but not
skin. I don’t
recall hearing you
sniff and sniff,
but there was
shaking and I
don’t recall caring
whether you were
cold from the
outside or cold
from far within,
my subzero disappointment
seeping into your
chest between breaths.
I don’t recall
falling asleep but
I did, and
I am still
trying to wake
up from you
or to you
or to fall
deeper into the
cold inside your
tears until you
wake up too.
2011
Oh, how profoundly sad and hopeful. Especailly worship the line of subzero disappointment.