En Caul
The myth of you eddiesat your arrival.If it’s trueyou could never drownno matter the riptideswirl of ocean or river.No nagging fearof the lake’s silent summer edge. But it’s winterwhen you’re born.A polar vortex hoversover the state and stays.The door knobs insidefuzz over with ice. The skyclear and too coldto draw water to itself. In another […]