the snow:
after all these years it makes me stranger than
water:
water is only warm snow so i'm mostly snow and even stranger still:
an egg:
an egg is a little death rewound all the way and in it: the snow of
life
a thirst:
i lost my water to tears and the doctor said drink up: i ate snow and
a tear:
a tear is a loss: and the return of salt to the earth so then
salt: salt
is what we spread to melt the pavement from the ice
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