Friday, December 17, 2010

c-c-c-cold. a poem.



early morning chill


it is December


my breath making frosty clouds in the air


as my sweetie and I


thaw our frozen inflexible fingers


by the warmth


of the kitchen stove.







"So.

Do you think

that maybe

we can get a new blower motor for the furnace today?"

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