Sunday
Sep092012

A Body's Winter

Jonterri Gadson


 

Snow coats the next day's waking
after each of the sun's
most radiant offerings.

This can be explained.
As weather. Its patterns
of pressure. I know it only as want

breaking like long fever,
just to warm, sick again.

Reoccurring storms
make unnavigable countries
of foreign bodies. I ache

to be atmospheric; to hoard
the swirl, the dip of visible breath
through each of my livable layers.