Cold is outside in
Cause
Warmth is life
Began
With warmth
Will
End
In cold
Cause
Hearts beat
No more
Cold is canvas
White
Is
Light
Is
Secret
Life
Under the snow
Cold is
Cold
When
Fingertips
Grow
Numb
And everything hurts
A little bit more
A little bit less
Then: not at all
I don’t remember sitting in the very first chair I ever sat in but I’ve seen it later on: red and ornamented, long-legged, barred. Then came the kitchen bench, bottles of juice lined up neatly behind
there’s the water here’s the drop drip drop SPLASH drip drop SPLASH hit the window down the pane in rivers small and searching pushing on then: a pool see-through trembling but stretching perspectives