We pulled a cash register from the lake
evidenced a cube of barnacles and
water weeds, the tell electrical tail
male, nonnative
 
what you know is lowlands and washed up things
when we reach the snow you bury yourself
cable knit firs reach down to dust you off
boots to your knees
 
we cross a mountain range in six square feet
miniature peaks shaded by snow gloss
black lakes filled with the blue boulders we climb
small as atoms
 
windshield, shaker, New Years, iron, answer
an excuse to be running in the hall
wool sock footed as you are now, all this
I want for you
 
now I carry both drooping skulls unfused
heavy boughs wilting weight under snow melt
I need you to hold tight
I need you not to look