I’ve learned a new definition

Of Cold

Showers, seriously, try it

Outside, I can feel my nose hairs

Freeze, Frost, Frozen

I quite like this weather

Thank Ra for the Sun

Without it I’d curl into

A tiny musketball

Turned to lead

Lead the pack

Brave the ice

Early morning rising

Howl at the Moon (my old friend)

I am the pack

Two wolves inside to feed

Only two? Whitman and I

Have many—I’m sure it’s him

If anything I’m certain

I have (at least) five

V, becoming my favorite letter

Roman numeral five

The point of an arrow

A direction I’m headed


Dead, Death, Die

I’ll meet you there

For now I’ve got Cold

To deal with, and fortunately

Some poems to write

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