The Cold Walk

I’m walking in the cold.

Not the normal cold where I

clench my arms

to my side

to conserve heat.

 

Cold, walking twice as fast

Heaving out breath like a locomotive.

hurrying to the next stop

confident

the cold will stop me.

 

I start walking faster

Under a delusion

the extra energy

will cure numbness

in my finger.

 

Perspiration freezes

the skin on my head

sticks together

joined as two

cold and sweat

 

I arrive: my destination

where I’m going

but I’m still cold

still numb

still shivering

 

And for next time

I’ll be sure to wear my coat.

And every other protective material

I can get my hands on.

But not this time.

 

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