12/11/12 1:20am – 12/12/12 1:16am
not to talk about the weather
(the fat of my day to day)
not to talk about the weather, but my
breath’s become visible once again.
this is the only time of the year it
proves it’s own existence.
more than anything else minute i hate
the dull biting of the cold.
my body’s heat does it’s best to bounce
between fabric & flesh in defense.
enjoyment is taken out of what few
every day tasks i look forward to.
the fat of my day to day; trimmed
to reduce exposure.
conversations; cut short to waving
hello & goodbye in one swift motion.
my stride longer; my head down;
together in distancing the elements.
showers; few & far between.
layers; leaving empty hangers behind.
iced drinks; losing their appeal.
pets; wearing dumb miniature sweaters.
flu shots; readily available.
distant family; less distant.
visibility of my breath is no consolation.
you can not pass soon enough.