—RIGHT DOWN THE LINE IT’S BEEN YOU AND ME

January is the Cruelest Month

 

You told me the truth this time 

as if it was a death threat 

though your words were folded like origami 

when I fell again, another Autumnal collapse.

No one reached down or held me up, 

or even cared. Why would they?

But the geese went flying by, 

boisterous and doomed,

and the beaver might have too, 

though he was sunk and underwater.

It was winter after all, 

though I never saw a 

single snowflake fall that season,

not one chip of ice.