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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