is your hop
when under labored breathing
can see ice spray from skate
feel like a fish gasping for air.
You are hooked
caught
boy
being reeled in.
Like Icarus cleaving air
only nothing melts at the heat here.
The cold, great solderer,
moves from teal stair-to stair:
the enemies have split your head upon a rock
will run a knife along the belly.
            Can bear no more. I think of mother: “They cut me open like a side of beef”
      She spoke her grief when she went under the knife. My bearer, my slaker-of-thirst, my tormentor, my life.