new poetry

When you walk across ice
I said
Hold my hand.

At best we stay upright and shuffle
And at worst you fall on me.

That’s the way things work.

I never promised ease,
And if I could burn through everything beneath where I stand
I would. You knew that.

Upright.
Frozen.

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