Polarship There is so much bad love but I don’t want to be your bad love. I want to be your only love. I envy the polarship its unsinkable form, and how you still think your art will save you. I wait for your breath beside me like the whir of a furnace. If you feel it, we can play at your favorite game: I will be ugly, you can melt me down, you can make anything out of me. —Catherine Pond
66