Four Square

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1

I can feel my ring where it isn’t

I lay my eyes where I shouldn’t

I scoff as they do what I couldn’t

I dream and go where I can’t

2

And the snow wakes me

Squeezes me

Mocking all the notions of death as darkness

Death is the blinding white of endless snow

3

I will spoon out the heart of the air

Clawing wide the moment

I will bruise the second hand

Till it bends and bursts

4

Let me taste

Like a man who can not remember

One more time let me feel

The spike of citrus, her tongue, his laughs, a cold tear on a warm check.