Frost over my hands and feet
Break my fingers off one by one
So I’m reaching for you with saucers devoid of joints
Easily shattered with sharp logic
Only you have read the book before,
And I am usually the one so eloquent and collected,
Falling just short of being bound together

Crash against the surface of my face with a hundred-mile chill
Disappear into the trees again
You are not the forest under elemental pressure,
I have never been the storm
You arrive in me as the devastation
That, laying on my broken spine,
Flooding eyes fracturing the skylight,
I gasp to gather meaning from