always winter
Kim Backalenick Escobar
I bundle up against the chill/
your cold words fall around
me/ like a blizzard/ a blinding
white out/ and I wish I could
white out the things we said/
I layer sweaters and coats and
scarves/ and still the frost creeps
in/ we are one conversation/ one
thought/ away from being
snowed in/ so I start shoveling
before there’s no way out/
