We run until it hurts too much to take in another breathMy breath is a thin jet of smoke, in the cold wintermorningDrifting from my lipsThe sound of our footsteps beating the hard-packedsnow is invitingAnd then, all at once, we all fallWe fold into one anotherEvery joint in our bodies collapsingLike a folding chair,My knees, my waist, my elbows, until I’m downTill my ankles are her anklesAnd her calf is mineAnd we laughA pile of marionettes,Waiting for strings to be pulled up again,In a happy dance