*
From the same glass
--it’s the risk they take
jumpy, out in the open
the way a puddle, to this day
ices over, survives the winter
as one hand uneasy with another
--you drink from a glass
too heavy, half frost, half
water that keeps its voice
safe, no longer in some stream
listening for more water
though you drown holding on
to your favorite glass
that no longer remembers you
or better days.
apocryphaltext Vol. 2, Nos. 2 & 3