Here, take the messages
from the air waves. Pin down the wind. He was
full of hot air. They’re all full of it. I need cold.
Their heated arguments made me nauseous.
Northern ice storms, bury me in one. I can weather
it. I can weather anything without a traitorous
stay from the cold… body heat…. None of them
were built to last the winter with me.

                 And look, it’s begun to snow.