You think that the wind wants you
to be lonely. With yourself, you are
with bad company, you hear it
whisper. And you start to think
about all that have been touched by it.
On the table, a piece of bread mourns
from molds. Inside a wall, a mouse
curls itself up to form the shape
of a fiery fist. We learn from Science
that as islands of ice melt to become part
of the sea, they leave behind their cold
shadows for the wind to spread around.
The same is true for those who seek
warmth from what is left of their past
selves, the wind says. And you imagine
a block of ice melting as though it was crying.
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