Bio

Hometown:	longines of suffering
School:	Nature
Employer:	Inside the salon of the stars; a galaxy of yearning

we were traipsing traipsing in the snow the lake snow frozen your eyes so blue the dead fish trapped beneath the ice the ice trapping the fish the cracks moving over the rocks the rocks you held my hand in yours keep
ing me from falling running the wild dogs dogs are running up ahead clouds bending down watching us with their shoulders hunched breathing down our necks the air so frozen like a drink your eyes so blue i climb inside the igloo and you hold me there there in your eyes to keep me
warm together we hold still so still inside blueness of your eyes the sky sky so blue there is water pooled at the lip of the frozen shore shore frozen sand breaks open gaping in places sticks logs twigs break through white glass the ice like thick plate glass places where frozen fish peep through with dead fish eyes the sun is reaching through the clouds to see dogs wild wild the dogs are playing up ahead after the noon evening shall draw the strings of her gown the strings the sky shall pull her in she pulls the gown strings across the sky so wide and brimming lines of white blue and wider now she pulls
across the sky pulling lines that slide in between each other ribbons of light lightly now we must be going going now we are traipsing round the lake your blue eyes
hold me still the sun is holding her skirts rounding out the sticks the logs reaching up to hold the sky in place the trees are breathing down our necks the wild dogs are pawing on the ice for water bubbles reach up lines are smooth and sleek other times lines are crooked the dogs are lapping up the cold ice water you put your hand out we skate across the uneven rise in the ice this lake so white and blue and clouds are bunching round these days days where snow is warm so warm so blue your eyes we were traipsing in the snow