to flashlight paint and river snow.
Frost tautened my shoulders
and our laughs clouded the air.
We protected ears and hands
like our molecules were miracles.
We folded useless hand warmers
in our palms and huddled to the cars.
The February night fractured in half
and now my stomach ruins me
when you come to mind
and I warm myself in the kitchen.
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