Shanan Ballam

THE STROKE

circles
me in below
zero dark
snow
and ice
glitter
sinister
like a pack
of wolves
dozens
of gold eyes
floating and I
am frozen
my leg
doesn’t work
when I’m too
cold the stroke
knows this
the stroke
is so patient
I feel
the weight
of it bloom
like a heavy
mushroom
in my chest

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