Two Skyrim Poems

where is your blubber? it is colder here than you
in this nuclear winter untouched by sun, this liminal

territory peopled by animals, inhabited by blondes
and blue-eyes. you don’t see the history of predation:

Kaizo Block*

So much is defined by the shape of our pain.
The scar on my arm where my thumb rubbed through layer after layer of skin.

Mega Man

I learned his patterns, parried his bombs,
got all up in his face, all up in his guts.
If I kept him running, he could never fire.