2 December 2004 | Vol. 4, No. 4

Avalanche

I haven't had sex like that since:

Aspen, snowed-in,

your thumb

deep in my anus, heart

half out of water.

Complete—

you skiing Pyramid Peak, leaning into

turns, body swooshing the summit. Sky unzipped.

At your age, my father says he scaled icefalls, and played trombone