january: one (urgency)




drawn around the boughs of my body;
I cater to winter
only because it bullies
and I , merely superficial
must succumb to
its long-winded expressions.





the sun appears as though
it lost
it’s footing
under the grey clouds, thick with
hailstorms and crackling electrical glow.


the city aches estranged;


nighttime has descended like
layers of perma-frost in
Inuvik
where only those with
exaggerated heart rates
navigate with any success.

but I,


I lost my way in the stillness


drew burlap around the boughs of me

and withdrew