It's Cold and I'm Afraid
don’t look at me, you say. my eyes frozen to the pavement
with your words, the slow hum of ólafur arnalds’ new single
thumping like heartbeat; like something alive besides you.
it’s my turn to balk, but i don’t see anything–
correction i: i can’t see you. i can’t see your shadow or your breaths
shivering in the air around us and i try not to look but look, it’s so hard
when your laugh intermingles with the piano that reverberates through
every subatomic particle, both hollow/full like you’re here/not
and winter sweeps in just like that, in a split second, like you know
my brother used to play on stage like death chased him around.