Unsleeping, or Freezing, or Treading Water

for Mark Kelliher

Funny, your stitch

in my side now aches

under my breast

as your leprechaun voice

chills to eskimo breath

& washes out like sand

on Popponesset Beach.

Death comes so early

this time of year--

Linking up with Izy’s prompt to the Real Toads: ESKIMO