from the archives: frostbite

in honor of this frigid weather...


it comes to the hands first
so rigid and tight -
numb and hurting -
mucus forming in my nostrils
wanting to drip
but I have no tissue,
causing a sniffle.

I see them across the way
and wonder
if they feel this bitterness
as I do...

if you tolerate it long enough
the cold turns
into a warmness
a wool blanket
bought on a dirty Indian street -
it becomes two pairs of socks
on a cold temple room floor.
it takes over
and you feel it no more.

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