winter bites at me harder than anything with teeth ever could
at me, ever biting, winter's teeth are harder than anything
I am freezing I
am in the middle of a clearing of
fresh snow, no feet have
walked here no feet walk here, here
no feet walk winter home at night she walks alone
like I do, when I make my way into empty rooms
empty rooms like I make my way in to sit
rooms like my way and one sealed envelope-

frost clings to the walls making me claustrophobic taking air
zapped like a last breath, winter takes, cold cautions you leave
or die here, empty rooms and only the envelope, waiting
thinking maybe, it could contain anything
thinking I could contain anything, maybe-

and off the outer walls, icicles crack under their own weight, time shredding days into darker pieces, slivers so thin I barely believed they could get any smaller until you told me we
still had a ways to go
and something within me fell over, then
fell over like icicles
cracking
and I knew then I wasn't maybe containing
then I knew anything I could contain maybe wasn't
and feet that indented snow froze still, the footprints I'd
made sealed over in ice and refused to change
all that fresh snow, I was Schrodinger's Cat, I was walking around
unaware at the time, my feet just filled footprints already made, already frozen, already mine