Ice - Kristin Hersh

Damp and sour skulled

We land with a thud

8 hours off our old life

Nervous energy keeps us busy

And violently

Off our old life

Your ice on

It’s harder then

Your fight gone

It’s harder then

A guttural hack

Spit flying

How do you spell that with vowels

Your ice on

It’s harder then

Your fight gone

It’s harder then