Gill-over-the-ground

11.27.12

I'm trying to say this
with my hands, just my hands.

Someone falls asleep
every night in the place where we've both made
the same mistake

and the snow at night comes through
my windows and blinds
and freezes me into one being.

There are many pieces by now;

I keep tripping and breaking
my fall with my heart.

Put a name on my red skin and my raised
skin and my pale skin and even green-
can you cure something with no name?

Skin comes apart and doesn't come back together.
New skin grows.

It's the end of November.
I find a tiny blue flower under plastic in the kale patch,
pick it, and realize how long it might be
until I see another.