Friday

I hope this weekend

you find the thick ice

& dig a hole

right into the mystic

of the world 

below, 

& you sit with friends

& a beer with a lime

& dangle a thin string

hoping to catch a fish

(who will be too 

shimmery & slick & squirmy

for you to get 

any secrets out of).

And that you pack up

before the sun 

goes far below

the mountains

because shit gets cold

real fast.