Too Cold To Moon
planning Shel’s radiation
one shoulder, three ribs
bone metastases in all
they will beam him up next week
should hurt less, they say
might take a month before it hurts less, they also say
so cold outside it hurts to breathe
even if you don’t have cancer in your lung.
Back on the island, an icy wind
we seek refuge in the hot tub
which is only a warm tub in this weather
its heater no match for the Arctic blast
we see stars, it’s that clear
and a fingernail paring of a moon
anything that bobs above the water’s surface
kneecap, nipple, hapless cheeks and nose
A ferry passes in a hurry, on the ebb tide
we’ve been known to moon that ferry
on a dark night, secretly
but tonight our butts would freeze and fall off
so we keep them under water
ferry passengers safe from the sight.
Stepping barefoot out of the tub
icicles forming in my hair
wind whips me to tears
unless the tears are for some other reason
either way, lesson learned:
no soaking when it’s too cold to moon.
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