Incompatible Poem by Maya Hanson

You are lost to me.
You are these December winds wrapped in skin
while I'm still stuck in sticky summer nights.

I think I still might jump from skylines
to make sure you don't forget me
and there's a lot more I'd do too-
trying to comfort human volcanoes like you
but somehow your story doesn't fit in my mouth.

I'm a fireplace trying to find its way back to an avalanche,
I've only tasted snowflakes
and your frost is incompatible with
the countless times each day I spark a dream.

I would rather face this winter,
huddled in a corner of this blizzard-empty house,
than face the truth.

I know this heart is an untamed flame
licking fingers toward the edges of the earth
but more than fucking anything,
I want the snowstorms back.