Snow Cub

23 February 2021

I am Snow
And you are Cub.
You are Snow
And I am Cub.
Together we make
The one thing
That is still never whole.
Apart we are each both faces
Each whole mitotic daughters
But within
Always reassembled
Of meiotic division.
Two Snows
Two Cubs.
They are you
And she is me.
You are my twin sister
And my grandmother.
You are my son
And my father
My heart
And my other.
When I told you last year
I would return
To the land of snow
Of lake and fur and agate
I said it was for obligation
For honor and purpose.
Those ideas live still
But they are less true than the truth
Which comes from want.
I want to retake
The ice and the firsthand.
I feel the end
Is near
(Or rather an end)
I fear
Too close for me to reach
With my arms outstretched
Touching nothing.
I do not wish to die.
I want you to kill me.
I want to feel the heat
Run down to ice
With Snow falling over me
Baring teeth for my life.
Am I the one standing over
Holding out the knife?
Each is both
And both are twice
With red fur on the white.