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.