The ground is the bottom
of a drop that you throw yourself off of
once every few days;
and when you jump
you always cry
thousands of frozen tears
unsalted.

They landed on my windowsill
and whispered down my throat
to sunder my mind from my heart
and to recall memories
better left unfrozen.

When you smile
down at your tears
at the river you’ve drowned us in
your sunny light
catches crystals
and glitters.