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Love & Hypothermia Laura Paul Watson (bio) Keywords Love, Hypothermia, Poetry, Laura Paul Watson, heart First, it will feel like surprise. Like the edge of something unconsidered: a glass let go; an open palm; how cold a mouth can be and still say love, still say okay. Shore is a hundred yards away, maybe two, and on its edge a thousand stones will watch us work and stall in the water. This is when the vessels narrow in our hands, when the blood retreats and pauses in the heart. This is when, across the bay, a single chimney will rise from a single house. In its hearth, a fire. The water, we will say, is a slow hand closing. A clouded stone. The cloudless sky, a cruel cliché. What is left for us to say? By the time we land in the aluminum heart of the boat, we are mackerel-blue, stupid, and something in each of us has opened to the other. [End Page 383] Laura Paul Watson laura paul watson lives and writes in Pine, CO. She is a graduate of the MFA program at the University of Florida. When not writing poetry, she works as a general contractor remodeling and building new homes in the Denver area. Her work has also appeared in the Cincinnati Review, Poetry Northwest, and Meridian, among others. Copyright © 2017 The Massachusetts Review, Inc
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