The terrible cold chills
--my love for the outside
diminishes...
but only for a short time.
My insides -
intestines
heart
bile
yearn to be barefoot.
Resisting what is believed
to be.
My teeth chatter but wish to
feel the first kill of the day--
The scent of another calls me away
calls me toward a different place.
A place built with appliances
and man-made hazard.
The snow on my skin burns
but the concrete I'm standing on burns hotter.
