Steady

Shall we measure
the tyranny
of this icy water?
In cursing it,
her signs at last
become clear.

Grown cold-blooded
in the strictest sense —
every muscle seizes.
And there is nothing wrong
with defense
or with seeking out
the warmth you’ve missed.

Make allowances
for instinct.
You don’t need to hurry.
But you do need
to survive.

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About Emily

I may or may not have: A. Dirt B. Ink C. Paint D. Wool under my fingernails.

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