vamoose into the cold leaving the prickly
Hudson Bay blanket behind.
A happy occasion on a winter morning
when I, you, s/he, we avoided the worst
of the night, riding the dark in a raft.
We made it. I you he they made it.
What did my horrorscope say on Tuesday?
– I must forget the noise, the roiling waves
tossing us about as if weightless. –They’re over,
says the bristly blanket I’ve thrown
over my shoulders. I am over it. I am
over. I am, you are, he/she/it is over.