the pond’s ice creaks
under her weight
Tag: seasonal pools
I dream I’m possessed by a demon who gives me seizures.
No pain, no gain, he makes me hiss through a throat stretched thin as a telephone line.
It staggers me
to think that I owe my existence to the most athletic among a crowd of sperm cells.
Sound travels more slowly in the cold.
Over the next four years, some words may freeze before they leave our mouths.
The way my skin cracks in winter
maybe I’ll molt.
mountaintop pond
the blind dog lapping
at her reflection
ice rings
as if some logger felled
a tree of ice
stripped of all focus
I don’t notice the hunter
standing in a tree
wood frog egg-mass
anchored to a projecting twig
a gleaming ring
vernal pool
leafy muck visible
through each reflected trunk
