Below 32 Degrees

The quiet between us

like floating icebergs

tongues frostbit into stillness

is it that we have forgotten what to say

misplaced our formula to speak,

a habitual slow retreat to safety?

“What are you thinking about?”


I am uncertain how to start the

defrost cycle.

© Ali Grimshaw




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