High and Bright and Fine and Ice
- When the motorboat man asked me to love him
- I whispered precipice
- the word for the no-more-boyfriend feeling
- because precipice contains ice (practically twice)
- because I wanted teetering—
- What? he said
- Yes
- His ears from the engines—so hard of hearing—his hands always so hot
- Mid our first winter—I’d clung so long to the dock
- he had to crowbar my fingers off
- Each digit cracked so cleanly
- Would you say they break like icicles? I asked sweetly
- I knew I was nothing! But if I could sustain one song—
- I is, I is, I is I is I is
- I could be: ice
- Sex on the bathroom’s cold marble counter was best
- I whispered statuette, monument
- What? he, sculpting my legs, said
- Yes
- The child? I named her Cecily
- It sounded like iced lily
- For pure, I said pristine
- At the ocean, I said brine
- Isle for vacation; for flowers, edelweiss
- But when I said (only of late, late!) I choose ice
- Brittle pearls broke behind my syllables
- Did he hear me?
- Again, twice, thrice:
- For my love
- we would need to live
- in a great pyramid
- We would need to sleep
- beneath the continental shelf
- with Antarctic crust blanketing us
- The only driveway to any kind of house
- is an iceberg-ridden Northwest Passage
- When I whispered universe
- you were to translate it as
- one bright line
- one bright rime