As ice numbs the pain
of its own application,

so, too, this swollen 
sun on the lip of it. 

I’ve had a rich life:

went to school, had two 
kids, got a tattoo, then 

removed it. Acronyms 
grow into themselves, 

like “laser,” and “save” 
can mean keep or deliver, 

the smell of heat from 
my sibilant radiator 

just now keeps me 
safe as sound.