a nude in winter
Mister D?
how can it be?
naked body pulsing in the imaginary lover
hovered over mouth
held by ridges her tongue
these calls and cries of night
or tears jerked up in day
eating alone
you sobbed
wept
and into the infinite cold
of this
siberian city
no longer home
here
out of place
out
--
is this your place?
where is language
--
her arms
are a mouth
that's escaped you
life is breath is short
it's cold
infinite winter
montreal
go away winter
i tire
of this infinite dry repeating
artic
bones wish
for homes
in arms
long sought
in the beloved voice
tucked in my heart
