waiting for my car to defrost

the frost is thick for scraping

and my scraper bent for trying

my vehicle my transport my ride

pulsates and quivers with shivers

and there I stand, in its visible viable exhaust

and open the door and sit, submerging myself in

the frozen aquatic, my submarine overtaken by winter’s fungus.

I think of depth charges as my door closes, and my sonar pings in

anticipation of what? something, unknown, bearing steady on my position

and my ship is suddenly silent, but my own thoughts are so loud that I’m afraid

the pounding within my skull will give me away and the torpedo cause

periscope up,

the frost dissipates and falls in ribbons down my windshield

to reveal a white sea before me, void of friends and enemies alike,

a silent ocean, though around my vessel, my exhaust morphs into packs of

silent jellyfish, translucent aquatic flyers with electric tendencies

surround me and my vessel and I leave before I can imagine their stings.