apartments.

too many apartments
i haven’t seen lie
parallel across
the frost, cut
like seams of highways
fighting for the lake

in winter we use
him, and
cloth to cut the ice on
the canal. i don’t
go home with writers,

awake instead until the spring,
counting reasons and
his footprints in the snow

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