#257 living cold

i’m living cold this winter i rattle and hold myself close piling on clothes like a phantom embrace fingers sluggish to the point of gross sincerity emerging from under blankets an absurdity remember this in august remember this in august the house creaks oddly as ice crystals push their way outward into barriers between me and snow no complaint from me hands to my mouth robed in blankets a monk in the order of six sided surrender remember this in august remember this in august epw 1.2.08 perrysburg, oh