I Could Bring You to the Mountains But I’m Surviving Iceswimming

the way the breeze hits ears to voices where we are driving upstate something serene still children & i’m bringing memories about ways we could’ve come together      could’ve been laughter     a longing in the dark   swimming before sinking back down

it was december yesterday too & in between pockets of air & breaks of a story you tell with a ferocity i want to climb into      we hold our lungs & wait till the frost overtakes them it does just like the story says before we forget the name of all those little things like our own bodies     how swift they turn to stone & the crack that comes is nothing compared to the dawn     nothing ‘cept it comes

by James Shultis

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