There is salvation
in the plum juice gone stale

The iced ginger beer tastes
like the skin of a blizzard skirting the edge
of a ghost town

Lights thaw into total eclipse

Night reigns supreme in this house

All my barriers fall
like silk stockings to the floor

Let me walk into the courtyard
& sleep the unpolluted sleep
of a snowman

Come morning, the sun’s
hundred masts will wake me
into the gladness of water