I WROTE THIS WHILE THINKING ABOUT WRITING IT (TITLE LAST) warm air makes the snow soften warm air makes the snow soften warm air makes the snow soften I am determined before I write to know what it is I will put down I am determined before I write to forget what it is I mean to say weakened by an injury I can no longer lift the weight I am used to thinking of as an acceptable burden therefore am I still myself during convalescence since what was once possible for me to do in the world has become out of reach merely an imagined act I see a tree it hides an immortal face I see a large stone it hides an immortal face I slip on a patch of ice it hides an immortal face I put a small stone in my pocket it hides an immortal face I read a book and steal the words it hides an immortal face