Poem 20151119

so much ice

i hadn’t thought
with the polar caps melting
and the imminent doom
of rising sea levels

that there was still a place
in the world for so much ice
or that i would be trapped
beneath it

breathing is one thing
when you feel like there’s
something warm in the air
you want in your lungs

but altogether different
when the air is brittle
and razor-edged

Poem 20150221

with the song stuck in his head
and rain pouring from the sky
he drives his car
he turns on the radio to unstick
the song on endless loop in his head
but the radio is playing the song as well
the air in the car is like ice
to defog the window
the food in his stomach sits like ice
and he’s not sure what he ate
he drives past her house
song in his head
song on the radio
ice in his face
ice in his stomach
and wishes just this once
that she would be coming out
or just getting home
and she would see his car
and wave