i coat myself by every breath
the pavement ice
my tenuous grip
remain upright
i am so top-heavy
the uphill slide
bracing
i did not wear gloves in my twenties
my vitality is more now
top-heavy
and converse to frost
asking why, because,
i already know about the gloves
and pockets conceal my fingers
are nerves you expose
high pressure flay
for unearthly depth in this top-heavy starfield
after
that sun-drenched january day