I had grown up with herfor years she wore foundation a shade too sickly-pale
laughingand then sobertaught me lessons.Thick gymnasium mats
we confessed on in a cabin
in the patrolled woodsbut I slept through the ice-walk
A few years turnedshe wept again
I would rather split us up by touching and untouching I feltand I was last in linein that roomfulthat solidarity was getting redundant