As you are walking away toward a place I cannot go

cold air
I shut the storm windows
I shut the storm out
perimeter of aluminum, gauge
balance balance
the corners here curled
leaning gaiety
hulking under
doorways
a hand wraps around
hence is in sight
peering back
what is April & cold
unilateral with faculties
demands demands
pacified through double doors
or revolving
or none at all
only
a feeling of glass
I shut moving
for you
& ask for mile-markers
devour:
tell me things