built brittle in bone-
spoken whispers of marrow
to some calcium

seventeen degrees
but these kicked blankets mean it's
still not cold enough

"Light breaks where no sun shines;

Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart

Push in their tides;

And, broken ghosts with glow-worms in their heads,

The things of light

File through the flesh where no flesh decks the bones."

- Dylan Thomas

out of cash
i rarely carry
but bought extra

burgers at lunch
& drove around
searching for

someones
who looked
like they could
eat & make better

use of those
blankets in
the backseat
of my car

drawn thewy
in cut contours
from such strength
as requisite for a
load of letting go