One of those north face nights
cloudless, dreamless
thousands of feet up and clinging
Wedged
between cold and moonlit— still

Red digits cannot contain
the 3:15 that they proclaim

Breathing sideways
to get enough!

The air is paper thin

Idle snow—
loitering….

My greatest sin of all
Was to watch you shamelessly call
To those against whom you stood tall
And do nothing as I watched you fall
Into the depths of corruption and pain
Where one is soiled by the drops of rain
As they deform you, to become but a stain
In this world of the dead, of the gruesomely slain
At this point, I wish not to repent
I simply want to embrace my hellish descent
Because if you are a stain, then I am a dent
But I have a message that I wish to be sent
To the world, as a parting gift;
"Now that your saviours are rotting adrift,
Your towers will burn, and your houses will rift
And you will receive a death that is swift."

930

There is a June when Corn is cut
And Roses in the Seed—
A Summer briefer than the first
But tenderer indeed

As should a Face supposed the Grave’s
Emerge a single Noon
In the Vermilion that it wore
Affect us, and return—

Two Seasons, it is said, exist—
The Summer of the Just,
And this of Ours, diversified
With Prospect, and with Frost—

May not our Second with its First
So infinite compare
That We but recollect the one
The other to prefer?

For if I told you that I love you
Anywhere but my poetry
It would give you the power
To walk away.
So for now I will write
'Til the pen falls from my hand.
Never not loving you
And never not denying it.

- p. winter

i wonder
if it's him i hate or
the way he makes me feel.

in a world
split into
groups of
two, what
and how and

                                 where
do I belong?
In the gender
binary, I feel
placeless. Not
quite sure if I

                                 will
ever belong
anywhere.
People say that
I am stuck
a woman, that

                                 I
will never be
a real man.
That when
I finally meet
my “well-deserved”

                                end
I will go to
the bad side
of the binary
of the afterlife.
They say I’ll end

                                 up
in Hell, just
for being me.