Life, Leaking



The stars shine in my winter sky.

 “Perfect,” opens my lips; I watch where I remain.

Cashmere clings to the slope of my shoulder.

I am lost in a storm of ice –

cold expanse, longer shadows, I’m not prepared to see.

 “Was it– is this– my all?”

I think I’ll stay here where it’s warm,

sparkling frost glazing my eyes,

holds me firmly —

like rusted steel on the garden gate.

I will not quit.

Will not. Quit.

Cold, it is in me.

This is where I am.


 Cheers to 2017 xox