Work Text:
In a Chicago
apartment late at night, feel
the "El" train's passing.
Their duet has been
like swordplay: thrust, parry, and
retreat, then advance.
In their dreams there are
things they know only in sleep,
awake become dumb.
Their waking lives are
more wildly bizarre than is
their night-time dreamscape.
Traverse the ice fields.
Aurora borealis.
Beware: crevasses.
There is everything
cold to win and warm to win.
Let cold and warm in.
Ask me to the dance.
Ask me in Inuktitut.
Say "mumirlu'u".
Dansez avec moi.
Dance with me. Two languages,
two solitudes meet.