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Something is wrapped about me
that prevents me from writing
what I have to say.

Like a thin coat of ice,
an invisible frozen layer,
even around my head.

And you stand
on the other side of the ice
these four years,

Tapping at it,
melting a hole in it
with your breath.

I want to know what I can do
to meet your gentle insistence
from the inside.

Perhaps take a warm shower?
If it helps Hilary Mantel,
Surely it can help me?

I want to emerge
into the world’s air,
whatever it might be.