Hypothermia

i bend my arms foetal against the cold,
old and crippled,
i am earthquakes
and osteoporosis.

i am rickety mountains
trembling under gravid,
granite peaks

i grow in shadow

though my bones are soft,
even young legs are made of dirt:

shiver while you still can.

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