Tonight's Poet Corner: Impervious
Impervious by Belinda Roddie It didn't snow where I slept, even though the blizzard swallowed up everything south of my humble house. Now I ice skate where my father's front yard used to be, and I build forts right around the footprints left behind by my neighbor's children. I called you to make sure you hadn't turned to ice, and sure enough, you were in the middle of a volcanic eruption, where you had witnessed two lovers kissing before the ash buried them - just as white and pristine as the snow. We agreed to meet in the forest, where the rain would only wash away our tears, but not our bodies. Our flesh and flaws were too strong for erosion. This was how we were to live.
