Snow Through The Post/New Poem (Rough First Draft)
Snow Through The Post
I want to send you snow. I want to select the most beautiful
crystals, put them loose in a tongue sealed envelope.
I wonder how your heart would react.
I fell this morning, on a road smooth as cream.
I lay for a while, relearning how to breathe, and as I did,
I thought of you, and when you let my fingers feel through
thin, cool, hospital sheets, to your heart’s irregular beat.
I stopped the tears while they were still just a sheen on my lenses.
Before I left you’d said to me ‘don’t cry outside.’
As the winds waltz with the snowflakes I wanted to send you,
I remove my top. I twist my head, watch tiny bruises emerge
across my backbone like rapidly running ink spills,
and I wonder how your heart is.