I woke from a deep sleep
to stare down and kidnap
a waterbug; I trapped him and
opened the door, and I brought him
into the frigid world,
confused as he was, picking sides.
I know better than to end a life
on the 2nd day of the calendar
when my bones are still
Atlantic frozen, too many
ghosts as yet unsettled
The impending confines
of January, its descendents
consumed by a massive thirst for now
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