Subzero

Words twist like vines
Twist like wind
Twist like steel
Binding me to a life
Impotent and breathless



I die by degrees
in the subzero waters
of my marriage
What I would give
For heat
For warmth
For the cold ashes in my core
To erupt in a triumphant display
Of primal nature
Burning and blazing and bursting…



Instead, I quietly submit to
The ridiculous sit-com plots
Of our lives…



If I could but allow the possibility
Of a dream
This dusty old android
Would rip the plugs out of the wall
and be human again