Jude always ordered hot coffee when he was falling apart. He leaned back in his booth and pressed his hands into the porcelain, trying to drink in the heat through cold fingertips. He couldn't taste ... [+]
Half melted, falling to chilled water below, edges thin as knives
Holes where the river breathes desperately, mimicking the stars
Berries frozen melted frozen again smash red on fingers
Spread red in frozen water as they scatter
Skip like a rock until the weak ice gives way to a splash
Picking berries from the bush, throw throw throw again
Cold crisp with every breath, the wind bites with every move
Throw another berry to avoid the cold settling deep