The weather tomorrow
will never reach above freezing
but my flannel sheets are still in the wash, still *****
because of you.

On Thursday, the temperature will be
fifty over freezing

and I won’t need you anymore I won’t have to miss
you anymore
you won’t have to hold my dress down in
the wind anymore. Nature

wants me
to pinprick my own goosebumps to death,

wants
to show me how fast things can get better or worse.