Snow didn't melt thoroughly. I need
the crust of ice to feel myself present
inside, and safe.
I'm looking at the lake. It's small -
- a polar bear compared to the size
of Antarctica. I feel sorry for
the bear, that its land
is coming to
an end.
The climate of my heart is right
for seals. They swim, and afterwards
they come to the shore of
my hands. I wash them
in the daylight of
my eyes. The sea of dark
claims their eyes. Their pelts, my skin
- we all begin in one heart.
I start
to feel.
I am that polar bear
that should be left
alone
There is no snow.
I'm terrified.
The lake opens
its mouth.
I scream
with all my might.
The body of water
swallows, I'm
pushed
down
its throat.
The inner climate
of this corridor
is warm
and soft.
The bear opens its eyes.
I am loved.
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