The day had been set,
And we were all ready--
The crunchy snow was waiting too—
The frigid sky watched us overhead.

Anticipation was building
like steam in the pit of my stomach
We leapt out of the truck
And sunk right into the snow.

After a few kids slid down
The rollercoastering hill,
I went down screaming,
Blurred colors rushed into my eyes.

My tube detached from my ****,
Snow went everywhere:
In my face, down my back
My cheeks were frozen in place.

I arrived at the bottom,
Quicker than I expected,
And waited in the powder
For a snowmobile boy

The contraption roared and sped
I dropped the tube,
And held on for my life,
Then dropped myself too.

We tried again,
With the tube around my middle,
The tube a giant donut
I was the creamy center.

I made up to the top,
Triumphantly soaked from my outside in,
Cheers resounded and bounced
In the valley and off the frozen lake.

Cold toes
are not like frozen fingers
which can linger intertwined
in the fingers of another.
Cold toes freeze alone.

P   a   c   i   n   g,
    POUNDing,

high
     and
           low,

     ump           ump
th       ing,   b        ing,

beat
of
  my
         h           e
            a   r
                t.
              
You
STOP.

and lOOk
     my w
            a
            y

I…wonder…what will
you
       DO?

But you
                                   leave
(me.)



You smell *nice.

.    I fell and scattered, shattered
into a thousand pieces
across the room,
and laid, waiting
     for someone to put me back together.

No one came, but it’s all the same:
     Mended or not
     I’m now cracked
     and incapable
of holding anything inside.