A thief thrives in the winter
When the cold anxious months make the body go thinner
While room grows for layers on layers of
Secrets and treasures stacked like neglected papers,  eventually a novel,
Hard-covered by a coat.
Held against the body, and shoved inside a bag,
Commodities come free when the weather has you bad and
making hand gloves out of tags.
When thoughts become a wind chill, bring you
feeling below freezing-
Selfish starving hands can be warmed pretty easily.