Saturday, January 4, 2014

Furnace kicked it today.
quit, like the real victim in the story. coldest day of the year, right when we needed her.
like that shitty girlfriend stephanie, who walked out on christmas

As I write this, I can't feel my toes
 frost thick on the inside, the inside!, of the windows
Stephanie had an electric blanket

She says she "doesn't do well with dying" --
like its a choice.
Like giving up is the lesser known relative of loving

Frozen pipes, floor boards pried open for surgery
Climbing down into the crawl space I consider, I'm numb from the inside out
and here I curl up with the mice and sleep till winter is over

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