In Fairbanks in December

the room was stifling hot

You kept kicking

the covers down

to the foot of the bed,

but you felt triumphant

to have come this far

alone to this unhistoried bed

The muffled outside light

finally drew you

out of bed

and to the window

where snow glowed

in dim daylight,

unmaking the bed

of your mind

and crumpling time

like kicked-off sheets

Alone beds are always safest

Later, in Bettles,

sled dogs

slept in beds

of snow,

covered by sheets

of changing lights