I am the winter's glass, slick underfoot and fragile to the touch, yet I cradle the world's chill within my frozen clutch.

Every once in a while, I walk right into it. A crowded department store. The wake of some unknowing stranger. Suddenly, she's standing in front of me. Pure fem perfection. I'd thought it would colour the rest of my life, dance on the air in every quiet moment we ever shared. But now she's only mist and memory. Now I breathe through my mouth.

My first five is a rough, strong push. My last five is a squalid home. Together, I'm a tool for gardening and mining.

I’m small and smooth, I love to roll, I shine with swirls and have no soul. Kids chase me fast across the floor, Lose me once, you’ll miss me more.

I'm so slim, a slice looks obese next to me.