Bardo
I take two long seconds
to watch my breath rattle
the snow
brittle and sweet. I don't want
to leave and I am so scared
of losing. the kettle sings
and we turn the pages.
even in despair, you burn
and I can't imagine you ever
dying. we laugh through the
cold, blood pounding steps.
god, please let me keep this.
Copyright © Julia Cheng | Year Posted 2008
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