January is 31 tiny Januarys in a trench coat trying to buy tickets to the rest of the year. Sure, we all want to be part of something bigger until we are. The only response to feeling so insignificant is anger. Have you ever looked up into the deep dark mouth of the sky on a moonless night like this? It’s so cold out here my eyes are freezing open. It’s so cold the snow is on fire. I hate it. The dog whines to go back inside. I hold out my gloved hand and wait for you to take it. The body never gets used to absence.
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