hibernation.
2005-12-21 9:47 a.m.
sometimes, proud,i slip down and carry the roads home
on my back, ( i am
full of details,
always have been. )
cowering beneath them.
protection - if i can tell
these stories
then no one here will see me, will notice
that my bones have taken to clicking together, or that
my eyes avert when names are given
a breach of confidence.
i had kept myself discrete and hidden,
had kept my addresses in unfamiliar places,
had made little movement in the early days of winter
knowing that my hands were bound by foresight, by their own acts of forgiveness.