now.  I am
enjambed
the tips of my toes radiating
scarlet and plum from
gripping the slowly eroding
precipice upon which
everything balances.  Freezer-
burned ice crystallizes
my lungs as I
draw breaths
dredging a lake for
my own body.  I am
scales weighing
what I have lost and
what I cannot disgorge from my
over-macerated soul of
olives long-forgotten in
a rancid
brine.  I am
enjambed
half-baked and
eager yet
incomplete without
end.  I am