Mapless Geographies
23.3.13
Rocks, Ice-Cold
Big chunks of ice – an inch thick
contained within a certain perimeter,
trapped with straw in a sea of black.
Water, ice-cold on the tongue.
Swallowing my thirst, it enters me.
The body shivers.
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