to the dead boy:
1.
I slide across the surface of the frozen lake, spinning on tip-toe, figure skating in tennis shoes and a patchwork skirt. You watch from the safety of a snow bank, laughing when I threaten to stomp on the ice, crack my way through to the water.
2.
You pour honey into the water, mixing it with a branch. "Did you know honey with water makes good antifreeze?"
I wish you would drink it instead.