The 365 Project

it was always the thinnest
of thin ice spiderwebbing
through your veins like lost
highways no longer making
the trip home afraid of what
you thought you’d find there

and at camp like canoes
we slept overturned our
oars in our fishbaskets afraid
to laugh and you never did
and i knew you couldn’t and
that you didn’t care for the moon

and neither could i
but i did
and neither could i
but i did

and later in january when the
ground was as cold as you
could take it you pulled me
outside and pulled everything
off and didn’t shiver one bit
and forced yourself to smile
but you couldn’t make it last

and neither could i
but i did
and neither could i
but i did

and i knew you wouldn’t have it
any other way
and i knew you wouldn’t have it
any other way
any other way
any other way

bhagiti 10.12.07 perrysburg, oh