I Read Polar Bears Cannibalize Their Young

because their home is melting,

seals are almost impossible

to find now, and hunger is hunger, 

the wildest desire of all.  

I can’t help but think of the mouth

of my mother, how freezing,

full of icicles that bite. 

Her hunger for my young flesh

turns into a wildfire in time, it melts 

our home, kills every prey 

but me. My hunger for freedom 

becomes a cool climate 

where I survive only by climbing 

a glacier that I call poetry.