when i was starting out
proceeding by trial and fail
i fanned the air
into my mouth with a spoon.
it aggravated my breakfast
and i cared a little.
eventually i cared more and said
breakfast, easy.
there's a river freezing tonight
i'm leaving on it.
sense glints in low light.
it is menacing like any leader
who can make you move yourself
suddenly.
i climbed on the ice to try getting away.
it's different than walking in
liquid water or trawling through
mud strata in that i don't know how
but it works.
seeds of air wedge my teeth apart
into strings of baleen.
i eat air like air.
i'm not sure what it's doing but it works.
i slide towards the end of the river
through a corridor of invisible food
so long.
