My concern is my work. Under that my love for you. That becomes a face
if I wear snow goggles. What are you doing there in England.
Thank you for the gloves. The suspenders. The letters by dogsled.
By horse and ski. This is where I press against things.
I should be sleeping more. I sleep a little. Get up early. Remember the woods
where we courted. Want to kiss the penguin eggs. Want to find a wren’s nest
in all this white. Even white beauty. When we won each other for ever. The green
shapes through my mask are too even. I try to sleep more. Put cocaine in my eyes.
There is life for a time. We leave depots along the trail. To come back.
And our trail-breakers leave us things. We trade equipment. I gave up my watch
since none of theirs work. Our two are off by 26 minutes. A grave difference.
We shoot the ponies one by one. Even mine will go tomorrow. We pull from there.