I’ll wake when I sense the cold.
Head snaps towards heaven,
dialed in, arms clear as glass.
It’s with urgency, like I’ve left 
the door open. Time is already
missing. Invigorated by a slow
ache, the crystallization of blood.
The vein taps dry of all to give.
Stasis, old news, this familiar story.
Despise reciting my lines again.
Numb, unchanging, the world is
a pre-programmed message made
unintelligible with static. You
don’t need to translate this,
you just need to bear witness,
eyes wide, fizzling quiet. Erasure 
with no base text, just the siphon 
of syllable from thin air, crackling
in and out of ether. I am miniscule, 
insignificant, a single flake of snow
melting on the window of a car
left warm and empty, headlights
running out in the darkness beyond.