Collide, Contra. Versus Anti-Impact

We have changed. I sense it in the crunching snow under your feet but we are standing, somehow, clawing our heads, pulling.

You breathe onto me and I breathe back,

barely.

Near the seabed,

we were perfect strangers, though now we have changed. We had been floating, deep,

where the water is frozen.

They moulded us into pieces of shrapnel and there is blood on your windows.        We are capsized.

The fear that my ribs are crushed; that I am howling and you are the moon behind a sunny sky.

I am naked, you are invisible.

 

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Photo: Todd Hido – House Hunting