/ 
I slept in the snow at the bottom of my soul for three years. / Then rose with
pale flames of hospital light – clothed soul in body like old pajamas. Stayed in
bed all day letting both heartbeats sync and slow. I don’t know where I went.
Maybe somewhere it is impossible to be lonely. / My feet were cold upon
returning. I set them on the floor and stood and paced in the held breath of
the empty room. My shadow paced around my feet. My blood paced around
my limbs. / I am the fever that kept myself from waking in pain. One of me
put my face underwater and then pulled it back out. Another stayed curled
and buried in the cold like a dog left outside. Feeling the world stutter in fear
– smiled, stretched gently, and stood / until my head touched the moon.
/