full poem,
frozen lake

can it be that like fish,
words
swim like swords under the
ice?

tell me walleye
(as you breath in
the questions of cold air)
did I walk out
and drill a hole
wishing you would become
an answer?

Should I pull up
every swum sound
from
forgotten mouths
to
freeze scales to words
and melt words to scale

tell me,
impossible survivor
swimming under death ceilings
tell me
in the cursive of your dying
what it means to
live too cold to know
the line
you become.